Seon
Not An Evil Liar
Abelie sighed happily as he walked across the newly paved parking lot of his pizzeria. The sweet smell of cheese filled his nostril even before he opened the door. As soon as his employees recognized him, they pointed towards a box of pizza prepared just for him on the counter top.
Abelie picked up the pizza box by himself-he was no fan of wasting manpower to do simple things, and walked across the restaurant, through the Employees Only marked door, and to his office- a crowded yet tastily decorated room. Behind an 18th century Italian painting of a small port town in Sicily in his office was a safe containing 50000 dollars in cold hard cash, all the proceeds honorably gained through honest family business. Well, sort of. About 1250 dollars of it were the results of his honorable business. About the rest of it was not. They would all get cleaned out tonight as soon as the "Timmy" and Alessandra arrived and spent on various business ventures of the Family. If they spent even a single dollar of it on silly little ventures, Abellie would fire them and make dead certain that they do not find employment on this town or any other town ever again.
"...No, a full house does not defeat a royal straight flush. No, I...what.... Alberto, get him the hell out of here!"
Diana Dyson ran a small poker pool in the Pizzeria. She kept a perfect poker face in almost all situations, even while cheating with her pants on fire. Sometimes, she lost money, and Abelie would always be displeased about it. House must always win, Abelie would say. It was probably Alberto's attraction towards her that kept her safe.
When Jeffery was not kissing the police commissioner's ring, he hung out with Adamo, cruising around the town in a fancy sports car. Adamo did not behave like a stereotypical Italian did. He had a gentle and mild demeanor, unlike the rest of his family. Once, an Italian shopkeeper praised Adamo for his perfect grasp of Italian and asked him which nation he came from, much to Abelie's amusement.
Pizzaguy and Timmy were strange fellows that Alberto and Abelie called upon if some things needed to be resolved in a quick and indiscreet manner. The Pizzaguy would murder a person without a second thought, without there being the first, and thus made for an ideal assassin. The problem was actually controlling him. Timmy listened to whatever the Pizzaguy told him to do.
Smith was being Smith. He likes fedoras.
Abelie picked up the pizza box by himself-he was no fan of wasting manpower to do simple things, and walked across the restaurant, through the Employees Only marked door, and to his office- a crowded yet tastily decorated room. Behind an 18th century Italian painting of a small port town in Sicily in his office was a safe containing 50000 dollars in cold hard cash, all the proceeds honorably gained through honest family business. Well, sort of. About 1250 dollars of it were the results of his honorable business. About the rest of it was not. They would all get cleaned out tonight as soon as the "Timmy" and Alessandra arrived and spent on various business ventures of the Family. If they spent even a single dollar of it on silly little ventures, Abellie would fire them and make dead certain that they do not find employment on this town or any other town ever again.
"...No, a full house does not defeat a royal straight flush. No, I...what.... Alberto, get him the hell out of here!"
Diana Dyson ran a small poker pool in the Pizzeria. She kept a perfect poker face in almost all situations, even while cheating with her pants on fire. Sometimes, she lost money, and Abelie would always be displeased about it. House must always win, Abelie would say. It was probably Alberto's attraction towards her that kept her safe.
When Jeffery was not kissing the police commissioner's ring, he hung out with Adamo, cruising around the town in a fancy sports car. Adamo did not behave like a stereotypical Italian did. He had a gentle and mild demeanor, unlike the rest of his family. Once, an Italian shopkeeper praised Adamo for his perfect grasp of Italian and asked him which nation he came from, much to Abelie's amusement.
Pizzaguy and Timmy were strange fellows that Alberto and Abelie called upon if some things needed to be resolved in a quick and indiscreet manner. The Pizzaguy would murder a person without a second thought, without there being the first, and thus made for an ideal assassin. The problem was actually controlling him. Timmy listened to whatever the Pizzaguy told him to do.
Smith was being Smith. He likes fedoras.
