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She took the glass from him and took a sip. She looked at him with tired eyes and tried to remember just how she had ended up in Vegas to begin with.

"I don't know, Franco. I just remember feeling like I had to get away from MW."

She looked down and swirled the champagne in her glass and tried to remember back to what had happened before she left.

"Nobody cares....they don't care if I'm there or not. The only one who showed he cared was Draa....he left me this knife as a gift at the bar one night."

As she spoke, she absently rubbed her thumb along the hilt of the knife strapped to her thigh.

She frowned when Franco mentioned Psy.

"Oh, she's just NOW getting around to asking about me? rolleyes And who in the hell could slip me something Franco! You've seen the security at the bar! stressed "

She drank a large sip of the champagne and turned her head away from Franco.

Ehh what's yous wants Franco to think ehh? Yous never called me by mines names since I's mets yous. Nows yous comin 'eres askin me's to ricovero si. When yous da one who used to tell Franco yous some kindas deadly tiratore scelto. Don't yous start actin like no rompicoglioni. talk2hand

Nows yous stop actin like some porca.

Franco turns back to the bar in the room and presses his cigar down in the marble ash tray.

Ehh gattina... You's got ones goon right 'ere to get through and theres mores right outsides... I's knows you can busto nasi, I's rather not 'ave you do its again. Whys don't yous relax ehh? Yous knows Franco ain't tellin yous to leave. No needs to fare il fesso, we both knows you just want Franco to come abbraccio, it's only naturals. Side's yous in no condition to walks outta 'ere. Yous already gots the upper 'and 'eres, no ones of us wants dis to finire in merda. Let Franco gets you some eats, si capisce?

Franco motions to the big dude at the door to phone room service, the goon complies without any verbal discourse.

Franco takes notice of the thigh caressing again, how could he not cool

Yous know gattina no arma gonna relieve yous stress, yous might as wells ditalino te if yous playin yous game wit Franco still. Dat might gives you more relieve that rubbin yous coltello elsa.

The food arrives shortly and the hotel staff are chaperoned in as they serve up some gourmet food around Katana. They are just as quickly shown back out after being tipped well.

Nows Franco gots some tings to dos, yous just sit tight and let Franco knows what yous need. Capirmi?
Boda' Bing

Franco snaps his fingers and his bodyguards enter back in and escort him out, shutting the door behind them leaving that same goon as before at the outside entrance to the room.

*William takes Psy to a small Irish Pub he knows of in a quaint part of town she doesn't recall ever being. He parks his Ferrari and sees the black sedan pull up behind them. Psy looks at the small place with the neon four leaf clover sign and then to her husband.* What's this? *She points to the small place.* Its one of my favorite Irish Pubs. They have the best Shepherds Pie in town. cool We'll have a nice quiet meal and Black & Tan. I'll introduce you to Shamus. wink *He gets out the Ferrari and the Italian men also exit their black sedan while William helps his wife out of his car.

They all enter the establishment and Shamus, who is tending bar, smiles wide and spread his arms as he recognizes and addresses William. surprised Why…if'n I live and take me last dyin breath! *William smiles and goes over to the bar extending a hearty handshake to Shamus while Psy stands with the two huge dark suited men behind her. William motions for Psy to join him and she carefully approaches while looking around at the small, fairly dingy place. Shamus, this is my wife, Pietrina. cool *Psy extends her hand and grins politely at the man. He takes note of her fancy handbag, how striking she is and the two suits with her. Shamus raises his eyebrows as it dawns on him that Dougherty did say "wife." He smiles at the pretty lady and shakes her hand. Well now. Isn't this a sight. Such a pretty lass. *Shamus motions for them to sit at the bar and she goes over to inspect the stool she's about to sit on while William gladly has a seat at the bar. The two suited men take a table right behind the couple and Psy pulls out a handkerchief to place on the stool before sitting.

Shamus burst out laughing when he sees Psy's caution and that she actually places a handkerchief down on the stool. rofl He pours two Black & Tans and places them in front of the couple.* There ya are. And just how did a fine lass like yourself get mixed up with this? wink *Shamus points at William and chuckles lol . She politely and carefully pushes the Black & Tan over to William.* I'm sorry, I can't have that. I'm pregnant. sweatdrop I'll just have a glass of iced water, please. *Shamus' jaw about falls onto the bar when he hears the news and a waitress makes sure the two seated gentleman in suits are ready to order. Shamus waggles his finger at William and shakes his head.* So I see you'd be a might busy. wink *William beams proudly cool and Shamus makes sure Psy is good and taken care of. He recommends a hearty well balanced fare…good for a Mother-to-be and refills her water glass multiple times. William has his Shepherd's Pie he's been craving and the couple have a very nice time in the quaint Irish Pub.

Once they are all finished, William picks up the tab and as they say their goodbyes and head out the door, Shamus calls out… Don't be a stranger. biggrin They get into their car, the Italian guys get into the black sedan and they head to MW.*

((I'm so sorry I offered to help you then I died last night, crying I'm the worst angel ever. I'm all better this morning though... I think it had to do with what I ate yesterday, I'm a sensitive digester *lays off the red cabbage - especially raw* ))