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((Um... does Tony find it necessary to engage in a running commentary about his sex life? To his sex partner???))

Alfone found his car and drove it away from the Mafia headquarters. He paced himself nice and slow, and was not stopped. The guards hadn't received orders to prevent him from having an ordinary life, apparently. The boy continued through New York until he left the ritzy places and the ghettos behind. He passed Central Park and made his way to the Grand Central Station. Once here, he made note of the train destinations and prices. This would require some money, but he had emergency cash saved up.

The boy pulled into a convenience store and parked in an empty space close to the door. He didn't need gasoline. The cars of the Mafia were kept filled up, thankfully enough. What he needed, were stress-releasing cigarettes.

Once out of the convenience store, Alfone dragged thoughtfully on his smoke. Clouds of nicotine smoke engulfed his head as he exhaled. Then, Alfone coughed. Violently. Multiple times. Eventually, the coughing episode calmed down, only slightly, and Alfone tossed the entire twenty-four pack of cigarettes in the nearest trash bin. Disgusted, the Mafia driver retreated to his beat up, old car. It was a reliable vehicle, though nothing new or special.

Alfone found himself cruising. He found himself engrossed in his own thoughts. Thoughts regarding his decision in life, about what path he'd chosen. Eventually, Alfone came to a decision--a difficult one. Knowing what he had to do, Alfone turned around.

Between the coward's choice and the hero's path, Alfone . . . chose the coward's path. His initial thought had been to go to the police. God knows karma would demand it of him. But Alfone just could not stomach the thought of prison time, or even bring himself to think about the ramifications of telling what he knew.

Alfone pulled into his apartment. He climbed up to the messy rooms above, through a series of stair flights, and turned the key.

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Once Alfone left his apartment, he had a suitcase and a plastic trash bag, tied with strings that came attached to said bag. Both of these were placed in the backseat of the car, and then Alfone pulled out of the parking lot.

He came to the Grand Central Station again and parked his car somewhere in the surrounding area. Then, with bag and suitcase in tow, the boy purchased a train ticket. He waited nearly an hour before he could board the train he'd purchased--plenty of time being allowed for him to change his mind, if the bravery came to him.

But, no, Alfone ended up stepping onto that train, and never came back.

((TBA.))

((To be announced))

Tony resisted the urge to laugh out loud. "Yeah. It was good" Tony said. Wheter Felipe would get the hidden undertone to that comment was up to him. Tony took a sip of his wine.



"Well forgive me for starving" Anthony said. He gave Rose a kiss on the cheek.



Arthur walked into his office and sighed. After yesterday, he wasn't sure what today was going to be like.

Rose smiled slowly but said nothing. she looked back at the TV and tried to find something.

Rose mearly sighed and settled to looked at the weather.

"Let me crush your heart in my fist."


I love you.


I wonder what you'd say.

You've always fascinated me, you know.

Tell me, do you feel betrayed?



Sami seemed to realize the same thing, and set her face in her hand.

"GREAT..." she breathed. "We TOTALLY forgot to finish the pizzas from last night. What an awful waste."

Felipe laughed.

"Worry not dear - we have pizza here too - as you know." He sipped his wine. Sami shook her head.

"No thank you," she replied, closing her menu. "I'm going for sushi. I'm in the mood for something expensive - regardless on if we have to pay or not." Then she blinked, and finally spoke of something that was bothering her. "Felipe, that man said the table was reserved for four, yet we're only three. Who else..."

It was then that a man wearing a top hat in the booth behind Sami and Tony shifted, turning slowly to speak to Sami over his shoulder.

"Excuse me, miss?" He asked politely - though his voice was rough. "Excuse me. May I ask you a question?"

Sami, blinking, turned to look at him from over her shoulder.

"Excuse me?" She asked dumbly.

"I have a question ma'am."

Sami blinked, a little unnerved. WHY was this person talking to her?

"If you're wondering, YES, they are real," she replied dryly, a wry smile on her face, making Felipe chuckle in the background. The man continued.

"I have a question," he stated. "What happens when a woman... and a homosexual man... love each other very much...?"

Sami gasped before he finished, and she leaped up out of the booth - good thing she was on the outside. The man in the top hat did the same.

"BUTT-BABIES!" They leaped forward at each other.

"HERMANITO!"

"BRAT!"

They embraced tightly.

"What're you doing calling me Hermanito when I'm older than you?" Sami laughed.

"Oh, shut up," she replied, tugging him over to the booth. The man took off his top hat, nodded to Felipe, and smirked at Tony. "'Ello Senor. Long time no see, neh?"

It was Danave, but with pitch black hair.

((Lol, sorry. Couldn't resist.))

"Shhhh... let no hate break past your lips."