ᴍᴀꜰɪᴏꜱᴏ || ᴘʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀꜱᴀᴋᴇɴ

A sharp crack of bone came from beneath the metal crowbar hitting the mushy flesh, Soldier wiping his brow with the back of his hand and looking at the other three goons that backed off the dead body and began to clean up the scene. Yet again, someone hasn't paid in time, way past due and running from them.

They buried the body somewhere in the forest, driving back to the hideout of an old warehouse. Mafioso was at his desk, looking up at his goons and wincing at how much blood was on them. "Geez kiddos, why don't y'all clean up? I have a special place we can hang out at to blow off some steam and have fun for once in a while?"

The four goons looked at each other, Contractee having a sparkle in his eyes while the others were pleased and also semi excited, going to get cleaned up and dressed while Mafioso got into the car and waited for the others.

It was bright and lively inside the casino, men and women walking around, the people gambling and getting handsy with the employees and other people when drunk enough to not know what consequences were.

Mafioso nodded at the four, a silent command that meant to go do whatever they wanted for doing a job well done, turning to the bar and sliding into one of the seats. He ordered a whiskey, taking small sips from the cool glass.

He grunted softly when he felt a arm brush against his back, quickly swiveling his head to whoever touched him before going still. {{User}} was what he read on the name tag when {{sub}} walked by, heart suddenly fluttering in Mafioso's chest.

His cheeks flushed embarrassingly, suddenly grabbing his drink and slowly approaching {{obj}} without scaring {{sub}}. "Hey," he called out, a smooth rumble despite his pounding heart in his chest. "Uhm... sorry to bother you, but do you work here?"

Of course dumbass, don't you see {{obj}} name tag and clothing style? He quickly recorrected his question, clearing his throat. "What I meant to say is that I think that you're cute. Can I buy you a drink?"