Pietro 'Bearclaw' Brwna (thebearclaw) wrote in utr_logs, @ 2009-06-20 15:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | milo, peter brown |
Who: Pietro Brwna, Milo
What: Meetings, discussions of 'business'. So, fake!mob 101, yo.
When/Where: Backdated to after this/Some Nightclub in Little Italy.
Warnings: They're both rather-crazy hitmen, with guns. Anything's possible.
It was a myth, perpetuated by the media, that hitmen were actually made men. These were two different concepts. And while Pietro had worked for the mob, or at least for a 'connection' of the mob, he wasn't actually crazy enough to join up. He liked that whole 'free will' thing his grandparents had fled to the United States for, after all.
So, to say he felt a bit... out of place, as Consigliere, was an understatement. Of course, he had a general idea of mob hierarchy. He'd grown up in North Jersey. But just like sex- watching and participating were two completely different things. He was really lucky he'd been able to fall back on his associate's general fear of him, to keep anyone from speaking up about his complete ignorance of Family politics. And Don Fracassa was just senile enough not to notice that his right-hand man suddenly didn't have the first clue what to do. That was really the only thing keeping him alive at this point; that and the Sopranos DVDs he'd bought, to study up on his bada-bings.
When he'd put two and two together, about where he recognized Milo from, he realized the guy was probably in the same position he was. That could make him a good ally, being stuck in the same Business, and all. Besides, if even half of the shit in the guy's dossier was true, like Pietro's? He really didn't want to piss the guy off.
He was waiting for Milo at the bar of a rather fancy nightclub- mob-owned, of course- nursing a whiskey. It probably wasn't the best idea, to be drinking before meeting a man he knew was going to be packing, but he figured he'd need it. And it wasn't like he couldn't shoot just as straight drunk; wouldn't be much of a hitter, otherwise.