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[dannychan]

he shrugged. "dunno. anything to get some more business." he said and smirked. "but will i be expecting you, Mr. wild?" he asked a bit playfully. yes, this was diego. big, 'scary' club running mob prince.

[peridot.]

He blinked and smiled a bit, a little crooked mischievous look, and Judy said quietly, glaring at him, "Nick, I really don't think-" He shot her a look, and she huffed and fell silent, shaking her head, "Fine, hope you have fun." She turned and went to leave, and Nick shrugged a bit, saying softly, "Well, she's kinda my ride, so... maybe I'll see you later."

[dannychan]

he smirked and chuckled, waving slightly. "Ciao ciao!" he called after him, before waiting to make sure they were gone. "ora, miranda, dove diavolo sono i miei soldi? [now, miranda, where is my money?]"

/wanna maybe skip to that night??

[peridot.]

/ye sure

[dannychan]

/p e r f e c t >:^)

that night when the club was packed, diego was in his office, speaking on the phone with someone. he didn't know who all was in the strip bar, but he heard the cheers of women and men alike. "ascolti, figlio di puttana, se non avrò quel denaro di domani ci sarà un proiettile in testa da venerdì! [listen, you son of a bitch, if i don't have that money by tomorrow there will be a bullet in your head by friday!]" he snapped into the speaker, scowling when he heard a reply. "Non ti do una merda se tua moglie sta andando a lavorare. avrai quel denaro nella mano dei miei ragazzi a pranzo. ho carattere di cura per come lo ottieni. [i don't give a shit if your wife is going into labour. you're going to have that money in my guys hand by lunch time. i font care how you get it.]" he rubbed his face. "è la tua colpa propria per comprare più crack di quello che puoi permetterti. ciao. [it's your own damn fault for buying more crack than you can afford. bye.]" he then hung up and sighed. "fuck me, man.." he muttered.

[peridot.]

Nick had actually decided to come to the strip club. He wasn't really the strip-club kinda guy most of the time, but he figured it'd give him a chance to check the place out some more, and also have a good time while doing it. Chewing on his lip as he admired some of the dancers, he heard an annoyed sounding voice from nearby, and he frowned. Slipping out of his seat, the dark skinned male moved over to the door and said quietly, rapping his knuckles against the office door, "Mr. Russo?"

[dannychan]

he looked up and blinked. "come in." he said, fixing his pens and pencils restlessly and glancing at his phone for a moment. he was expecting a call from his father at any point, and this would be risky because he had his dads face as the contact picture and it always showed up on his screen.

[peridot.]

Walking in, Nick couldn't help but glance around despite the fact that he had already seen the room. He was no longer dressed in uniform, rather a messily buttoned up shirt and jeans, and with different earrings in. He rose an eyebrow at the tense form of Diego, and said quietly, "You alright? I was promised a fun night, and I couldn't possibly have one when the owner looks like his head is gonna explode." He smired a bit after he said that, humming.

[dannychan]

miranda blinked and looked at diego. "Mr. russo, what did you do?" she gasped, he held up his hands. "they seem to think i'm a pimp just 'cause i run a strip bar." he said, before smiling at the cops. "look, it's ladies slash gay guy night is you'd two wanna come down, i'll give you half off."

[peridot.]

"It's not because you run a strip bar, it's because we've heard rumors and-!" She was once again cut off by Nick, who was gently trying to get her to calm down as he chuckled, "Hops, we'll just get in trouble if you get too overenthusiastic." He then blinked at Diego and snorted a bit, saying quietly, "I kinda doubt my partner would be into that."