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Post by Joseph Valentin on Feb 2, 2019 20:30:14 GMT -5
Joe simply nodded when she mentioned the sore spot. It took him a few moments, but he finally spoke. "It's one of those things. Someone tells you that you can't do something, you want to go out and prove that person wrong. You know what you're capable of, but someone still makes you out to be a nothing. He says that I don't know what the Nightwalker is capable of....." He stopped for a few moments again, taking a few drinks from his glass before finishing it and setting it on the bar with a look for the bartender to fill it up again. "They're all the same really. Self righteous, think the world owes them or something because they lost someone. Everyone loses someone. And these vigilante types....," he stopped again, an incredulous look on his face, his palm in the air. "They're nothing when it comes down to the difficult choices. Do I hurt him bad or do I kill him? So this one's not so hung up on the killing. What can he possibly do that I haven't seen?"
He shook his head. He didn't care about happiness really. He'd killed too many people to deserve happiness, as far as he was concerned. "I hold no illusions. Happiness is fleeting at best. I can see your point though. Most people do want that. And who can blame them? Me? I am what I am. I'm a killer, a follower. I'm not fit to be my own boss, or to see some hot chick, as you call her, who actually wants to be with me. I've had my fun, but it's just not the typical type of happiness that most want. I'm content, I guess you could say." There was little about Joe that was so quickly stated through his own mouth. He knew he was no leader, that he wasn't meant for anything great in this life. Maybe in the next life. But for now he just had to play the hand he was dealt. Do what you're good at, he'd always been told.
"Can't say I'm surprised. He does love his family, whether they know it or not. First meeting about the Nightwalker that I had with him, first words out of his mouth were 'keep him away from Rosalia.' I don't know why he thinks that if you took over that bastard wouldn't come after you. Doesn't seem like the most sensical of decisions really. But Gino always does seem to find ways to make things that don't make sense make sense after all." Somehow it was so odd to Joseph that she'd not seen the bloodshed until the day with Dr. Sanders. Though it did make sense that he knew he didn't have long, and he knew that Rosie would have to start seeing things the way that he did. Maybe the man was a genius after all and not just a paranoid old goat. "Not tonight," Joe repeated as he downed another glass.
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Post by Rosalia Caito on Mar 28, 2019 22:34:10 GMT -5
Rosie let him vent about the Nightwalker, but to be perfectly honest she didn’t want to keep talking about that guy all night long. In the end, she would have to follow the path her father had laid out for her and that vigilante would either kill her or he wouldn’t. Not much sense in worrying about that now. Everything was out of her control. For now, at least. It made her wonder how she would be once she actually took over the family for her father. Could she be the same kind of cold-hearted bastard her father was? To kill a man who was an ally just because he’d kept a secret? To be fair, the doctor’s death had been an accident, but it had absolutely been Gino’s fault. Somehow she doubted that she could do such a thing.
“I guess that’s the only kind of love he knows. I was too self-absorbed to really care where papa’s money was coming from, I think. He just gave me whatever I wanted so I didn’t really care about the rest.” There had of course been a few things that were off-limits to even her. Places she’d been told never to go. Now it all made so much more sense. There were other rules her father had been very stern about too, like no fooling around with the household staff. That one hadn’t been a problem for Rosie in the slightest. Did her father really think she’d be tempted to sleep with a big brute like Bruno? It was a good thing she hadn’t known about Joseph’s existence during her particularly rebellious phase. As handsome as he was, she definitely would have sought him out and tried to seduce him. Hell, she was still tempted to do it now and she knew exactly what her father was capable of when he was angered.
Shot after shot of tequila burned their way down her throat. So delicious. Rosie licked her lips in between damn near every shot, wanting to make sure she got to savor every last drop of intoxicating ambrosia. She was right at that perfect state of drunkenness. From here, there were three basic directions for most women. Happy, sad, or angry. Now considering the circumstances under which they were drinking in the first place, Rosie would normally expect herself to fall into one of the latter two categories tonight. However, something very important happened to completely change that around. “Holy shit I love this song!” This was exactly what she’d wanted, to forget about her problems and go back to being the carefree party girl for one night. “Come on, handsome. You’re dancing with me.” She turned him around and hooked her fingers through the two frontmost belt loops of his pants, using them to pull him off his stool and onto the dance floor. It wouldn’t be difficult for him to pull away if he really wanted to, but she wasn’t expecting him to put up much of a struggle.
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Post by Joseph Valentin on Apr 13, 2019 9:47:57 GMT -5
Each shot burned down beautifully. Letting out such emotions with his words was something Joe wasn't comfortable with normally. But that liquid courage had it's nickname for a reason. There was nothing quite like liquor for bringing out the truth. It made him think though. Did he want to be happy one day? He managed to keep his wits about him and not verbalize any of those thoughts, but it did burn in the back of his mind. Was he the type to settle down? Have a nice little white picket fence house in the suburbs with a wife and kids and a dog playing in the front yard? It never occurred to him that it was even a possibility for him. His life had been killing, killing, and more killing. It was easier like that. Kill your target, find yourself a girl for a one night stand and move along. He didn't party or do much of anything others would consider enjoying life. He was stagnating and he hadn't even realized it.
Of course Gino had rules for Rosalia about the staff, and places in the house that she wasn't allowed in. But with how rebellious he knew she would have been it was hard for him to believe that she hadn't broken one or a few of those rules at some point. Maybe not the cavorting with the help part, those louts didn't deserve a fine piece of ass like her. But how had she lived in that big ass house and not explored the whole thing? It didn't really matter though. If she said she hadn't, Joe had no reason to not believe her. Maybe she really just didn't care about it, like she'd said. She was definitely the spoiled kid, but there was more to her than that. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that clearly. Joe supposed that it was lucky for her that she didn't usually spend time with people who had that discerning eye.
More shots burned down, and Joe leaned against the bar. That was until she pulled him from his barstool. Though his first instinct was to resist, he ignored that and moved out onto the dance floor with her. Being an agile assassin, Joe had some moves, but he wasn't going to win any dance offs. Still, he enjoyed watching her body move, feeling her press against him at times and do that little press and wiggle that women liked to do to tease. The song ended, as they all do, and it was difficult for him to imagine leaving the dance floor. So dancing seemed the thing to do for a while.
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Post by Rosalia Caito on Jun 15, 2019 15:24:46 GMT -5
Liquor coursed through her veins. Rosalia loved that old familiar feeling of intoxication. For a brief moment she wondered what the chances were of her being able to score something else here in this bar too. Cocaine? Pills? Pot? At her old spot she’d known exactly who sold the good shit, and who was trying to rip her off. This was a new place. For all she knew it was crawling with undercover cops or some shit, and she didn’t want to take the risk. Gino Caito’s daughter couldn’t get busted right now. Not for some stupid shit like that. Her father would have an aneurysm. So she would just have to settle for some pure drunken fun. Not necessarily a bad thing though. Alcohol did a great job of intoxicating on its own. And luckily she wasn’t the one driving, so she didn’t have to worry about getting in trouble. At least, not that kind of trouble.
It was still so odd to her that Joseph had no real ambition or goal. Nothing that he wanted. The definition of happiness was different for everyone, she knew that. Maybe he really was content with his work for her father. Good for him if that was the case. He’d fallen in with the perfect crowd, and he could be happy. Rosie didn’t think she would ever be happy with this lot she’d drawn in life. The future her father had planned for her now was polar opposite to the one she’d always imagined for herself. A life of shadows instead of the spotlight she so craved. Could she adjust to it? Undoubtedly. But it would never feel like the life she would have chosen for herself. Was destiny always like this? Throwing curveballs and pulling you in directions you never thought you’d go in a million years? Maybe so.
All that was forgotten once they got onto the dance floor. They made an attractive couple, and more than one person in the bar had their eyes on one or both of them. Rosie had missed this kind of attention. For precious moments, she was able to forget her problems and just lose herself in the music. She was her old self again, confident and more than a little wild. Which meant that she was probably being a bit more of a tease than she should considering who she was with. She couldn’t really help it, though. He was a very attractive man. Plus, she’d never fucked a killer before. Not to her knowledge, anyway. No, no no… that was Gino’s #1 rule. Such a shame. A little dancing didn’t hurt, though. Several songs passed before she turned to face her escort and leaned in toward him. “It’s getting pretty crowded in here. Do you want to go?” Rosalia could pretty much dance all night, but she wasn’t sure how comfortable he was with scenes like this. It was fine if this wasn’t his thing. She still didn’t want to go home, but she wasn’t going to stay out at his expense.
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