Dante De Stephanoxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxMafia Bad a** with an Attitude
Dammit! she sat next to him! Dante shut his eyes, trying to push her out of his mind. You dont just sit next to a person! Do you...? Well, in Italy, no one sat next to him unless they were damned well his friend. He rubbed his forehead, sighing deeply. He was so tempted to bite her head off with a 'none of your business', but instead finally glanced to her--
Blond curls... white dress... Not fair.
He went dead silent, a sad fear twitching in his eyes. Finally, though, something graced his ears. The low rumbling of a male charcter. Whom she immediately flirted at. s**t... and they were sitting on either side of him. Wasn't he the popular one today?
"That shot..." He murmured.
The man's snip at the woman and the way he shot her down-- s**t. Now that was a way to get them to shut up. He blinked, staring at the glass Saorla laid down for him. He just stayed silent, taking back the shot without another--
GHRRK!
He swallowed it, then dropped his head to the counter, looking like he was about ready to keel over.
"God..." That was disgusting..