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((DUDE. YOU'RE NOT KIDDING.
IT'S ******** HOT. heart ))

Sami chuckled.

"Um, Danave..." she murmured as if sensing his distress. "Wonderful abs and everything, but you may want to put a shirt on."

Danave blinked at her for a moment, and then a look of realization passed across his face.

"OH!" Scrambling up, he headed over to the coat rack and grabbed a blue button-up shirt and hastily yanked it on. "Sorry, sorry, sorry. I just like going without a shirt. I should've thought you might've brought someone. That was just a lapse of thinking on my part."

Sami laughed.

"Oh, don't apologize," she replied. "It's not like you have nothing to show off."

Danave chuckled.

"True," he replied, sitting down at his desk and leaning back lazily. "So, what can I do for you guys? Sorry I couldn't talk - I had to speak with some officers when you called. Don't worry, the room's perfectly safe. I was checking it for bugs right before you got here. NOW." With a playful glance at Tony, he looked back over at Sami. "What's the word?"

Sami smirked.

"We need a big boom," she stated simply. Danave raised an eyebrow.

"A boom?"

"A boom."

"Where?"

"Here."

"When?"

"Soon."

Danave pursed his lips in thought.

"Tomorrow?"

"Manageable?"

Danave thought again.

"Maybe."

"Good."

"Where?"

"Here."

Danave's eyes widened.

"HERE?"

"Yes."

"Hm."

"Problem?"

"No."

Sami nodded in satisfaction.

"Good."

Well, that was something. One wondered how they were able to speak by only using one word at a time and still manage to have an understandable conversation.

"Dark will probably be best," Danave replied. "If it happens during the day, it will be suspicious. Not many things can be pulled off during the day. You'd have to have elite access. Like the access I have. Night would be best."

Danave nodded.

"All right then," he replied. "I'll get it started as soon as I can. Now, onto personal busines..." he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively as he leered at Sami. "So, my doll, who's the hottie you dragged in here?"

Sami scowled at him, crossing her arms and legs as she closed her eyes.

"He's Tony," she replied. Danave grinned broadly.

"Business partner?"

"Yes."

"BOYFRIEND?"

"SHUT UP!"

"Easy, my love."

"ARGH!"

Danave chuckled as Sami smoldered, turning her shoulder to Danave as she turned slightly in her seat, refusing to look at either of them.

"I have to admit though, dearie, red looks hot on ya," he told her. "Seriously. I love the combination."

Sami rolled her eyes.

"You're just saying that because YOU have red hair."

"So who is he?"

"Gang."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Big?"

"Big."

Danave thought for a moment.

"Uh... Bloods?"

"No."

"Crypts?"

"No."

"Uh... Hellz Fire?"

"NO. BIG."

"Bigger?"

"BiggEST."

Danave thought for a moment.

Then his eyes widened.

"It..." he breathed. "Italiano?"

Sami nodded. Danave's jaw dropped.

Then he was cheering.

"Perfect!" He cried. "I'm gonna have an uber rich brother-in-law!"

Sami threw a lamp at him.

"SHUT UP! IT'S NOT LIKE THAT GODDAMMIT!"

She leaped to her feet and turned towards the door.

"I'm leaving."

Danave lunged forward and caught her around the shoulders, laughing. He spoke quickly in Spanish, his tone playful with Sami's snappish.

Finally, Sami rolled her eyes and muttered something that made Danave grin and hug her tightly from behind. Another grimace of pain - stronger this time - flashed across Sami's face.

But it was gone in a moment as Danave turned to Tony, holding out his hand.

"Senor Tony, it is such a PLEASURE to meet you," he stated simply. "Padre's dream has always been to make friends with the el Italiano, so I'm happy to see that it finally happened! Great things are going to come out of this, I swear!"

Before Danave could answer Sami had struck the older man hard in the skull, sending him careening sideways to collapse behind his desk.

"Nothing," she replied, dismissing it with fists clenched. "Just silly fantasies he's attempting to entertain."

"UGH." Danave pulled himself up so that his chin rested on the desk, blinking to stop everything from spinning. "You hit a LOT harder than the last time I saw you, I'll give you that, Hermanita." He pulled himself up at little more, talking to Sami as if Tony wasn't even in the room. "But seriously, dollie. He's a steal. Why don't you just take him-?"

"BECAUSE HE ALREADY HAS A ******** GIRLFRIEND!"

Sami couldn't stop herself - she roared out the sentence, exploding it onto Danave.

Then she realized her screaming it out made it real.

One that he loves.

Sami realized what she had said and she turned bright red, her eyes widening at her own stupidity, her own lack of control.

Red enough to match her freshly-dyed hair.

Danave could only blink dumbly at her.

She whirled, exiting the room.

"Bye Danave," she stated simply, not looking back.

"Ah!" The other man called. "Ah, Hermanita! Call me!"

((Danave's pronounciation: Dawn-a-vey :3))

Danave sighed, sitting back in his chair.

"Dammit," he cursed softly. "Had to go open my big mouth again. Never fails." He looked up to Tony, looking a little glum now. "Yeah, everything'll be fine. I'll call her up and give her the time it plans to go off. It'll be easy to do." He sighed heavily, setting his chin in his hand. "IF she even answers my phone call."

Danave sighed, and gave Tony a meek thumbs up.

"Trust me, that's the last thing from my mind," he replied. "I'm the warden of this place after all, money isn't an issue." He sighed again, and gazed at the door where Sami had gone a little wistfully. "I just want her to be happy."

((It's cool. Good nights.))

When Tony exited the building, Sami was just signing off with Felipe.

"Really now? Hm, yeah. That's interesting... are you sure? Yeah... that makes a lot more sense now. Yeah, okay. We'll head on back. Bye." She hung up, gazing at the phone for a moment.

Then, without looking at Tony, she turned and walked back towards the car.

"Let's go."

Trist and Claire were speeding--quite literally. Not many speed limits were posted as 120 mph--along Garden when the young cop heard an explosion off in the distance. She didn't dare look back (not at that speed), but she could guess what had happened.

The trip would take roughly forty minutes, granted they didn't crash, get pulled over (which wasn't likely, considering the officers would be rushing to the Borgata), or some other "unlikely" occurred.

Once they got out of New Jersey, Trist let up on the throttle, coasting down the grey, concrete roads of New York.