InsaneJournal

Who: Christian & OPEN
What: Catching up on the news.
Where: Cafe
When: Thursday, January 31; Late Afternoon
Rating: TBD
Open: Yes.

Christian sat back in his seat, cup of coffee in one hand - black, as usual - and paper folded up in the other. Those bright blue eyes didn't pay attention much to the world around him, too busy reading up on what had happened in Boston in the last few days, particularly involving the Italians and the Irish. It was the only reason he was there and only reason he was planning on staying in light of the hit on Quattro. It was a situation that had to be defused sooner or later, be it by police and Federal intervention or one of the families finally snagging full power over Boston and leaving the other in the dirt. For now, however, he was an unknown -- Someone just to watch from the sidelines until he could get his foot into the door and get some dirt on the families, starting with the Connellys. How he was going to do that, he wasn't too sure, but it was definitely something stuck in the backdrop of his mind.

He coughed slightly to clear his throat, setting the paper down as he took a draw of the coffee he had been letting cool off lest he wanted to burn his tongue. Christian glanced around the building slightly, just watching - the patrons who were doing whatever writing or mingling they wanted, the staff busy making coffee to get it out to those particularly pushy and impatient customers, even taking a glance to whatever product had been around for anything to catch his eye. Nothing, of course. Never really was something he'd go out to spend his well-earned paycheck on. Attention turning back to the paper on the small table in front of him, he flipped it over to another story - something not involving the Irish, Italians, robberies, or some mob family feud. From the looks of it, it was going to be just as slow of an evening as the morning had been. He could only hope it would.

After a few minutes of reading over stories he had all too much, he stood himself up to toss the quickly emptied up in the garbage - spinning back around to the exit only to bump right into someone - who exactly he couldn't be too sure. That's what happens when you think too much. He thought to himself, shaking his head slightly, apologetically and hoping he didn't spill coffee all over someone. "Sorry about that."