[b] Thomas - Tommie's - Danielle [/b]

Thomas nodded to Demaro as he walked away, and then went to the bar, sitting on a stool. He nodded to a very dreery looking man, who sipped at what smelled like a dirty tequilla. "Charlotte, how about making me a Martini with olives?" Charlie nodded and went to work. 

"So who called you outback?" Charlie asked as she pulled a glass from the under the counter. Thomas sighed. 

"Uh... Francis Bertinelli."

"You two have a party?" 

"It's... adult stuff." He said, with a small laugh. When Charlie was finished with the Martini, she handed the drink to her uncle. He took a sip, and nodded. "It's good... I mean, not Danielle-good, but you're getting better at this." 

"Gee, thanks uncle Tom." She said with smirk. Thomas was always certain that he could joke around with Charlie and she could take it: she was tough. 

When Danielle walked up to him, he smiled. "Speaking of Danielle-" She interupted, announcing that she'd been listening in on the discussion with Bertinelli. Thomas stood up from the stool, "Keep things together, I'll be right back, Charlie." He gripped Danielle by the arm, maybe too hard, and pulled her towards the alley door. He pushed it open and pulled Danielle outside. He looked at her, slightly frustrated. "What do you want?" He asked. His brow rose when she asked to join him in the job that Bertinelli had given him. "You know you'd be doing something illegal and very, very dangerous, right?" He remarked, but she explained her acclaimed skills in lying and acting. 

He rubbed a hand across his beard. "Look, Danielle, I'm not stupid; I know you're hiding things from me, but thats not my buisness to see your past, but I'm already taking risks in hiring someone who has an obviously fake I.D.- Yes, I pinned it from the start. I made plenty of them back in my day - and no home, and is definitely a minor working at a bar. If you get caught, I can't pull a single string that could get you out of the thick. You get caught, you're going to prison." The man shook his head. "Fine. I'll give you one shot, kid..." He said with a sigh. "Get back inside..." He commanded. Before she closed the door behind her, Thomas stopped her, "Small fry... don't eavesdrop on me again."