Being the owner of the Silver Suit had its advantages. Free drinks, seeing new people, getting new and powerful allies for his family... but being a high and well known member of the Lombardi family had its disadvantages. He saw a brown haired beauty walk to the rest room. He had seen her from time to time, each time he did she had two personalities. One where she was alone. She looked tactical, focused, knew exactly what she had to do... and then the times she looked like any other drunk girl in this club. Flirty, giggly, willing to compliment any guy with a nice suit on if it meant a free drink or money... Maybe it was just a job. A prostitute, a gold digger, trying to make a husband jealous... Or maybe she was just someone like him. Hiding behind his charm and looks, but wanting that one girl to blow him away... Hey, he knew New York was not a place of happy endings, but I man could hope.

His thoughts were soon disturbed when the doors opened to reveal Vito Lombardi himself, with his Uncle Joey! Jones quickly straightened his tie, ran a hand through his messy yet perfect brown hair. Jones' father was a loving man when he was a child. He played ball with him, he taught him everything a boy should know, he would get icecream after watching a Sox game... But it became a bit more professional as soon as he took over the role of Don, and Jones joined in on the whole family business. "Hey Uncle Joey! What are you doin' aroun--"

He was then cut off by his father and him, pushing him in the back room as the woman singing before no longer was on the stage, but now a big band jazz group. As soon as all three of them were safely in, Jones stopped and looked at them. "What the hell is the problem?" Jones asked looking at them with confusion.

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In the club the staff noticed something rather interesting. A man was slumped at one of the tables... It wasn't uncommon for this club to have deaths to be honest. The staff new how to handle it really well after the decades this place has been up and them a family of interest. It wasn't hard to fake it as a drunk who had one too many. So two security officers examined him, casually checking his pulse, and them "escorting" him out by his arms to the back, where a man Don Lombardi hired will take care of these kind of people. Hey, they had to keep this place up and running.