One of the best things about James, was the fact he actually took his job seriously. Most of the hitmen that Daniel had met other the years were the complete opposite. It had gained them a lot of respect in the family. Even if the fact he wouldn't take out small gangs did damage it a bit, Dan understood. They didn't get much time to talk business though before Nichole yelled for James to take her place at the pool table. Dan raised a brow when James said his friend was a hit woman that would take care of gangs. And a good one at that, if she filled up so quickly. Though the problem was the fact she was clearly Italian. Despite the fact that he was trying to get his way in with the Italians. This was actually a job, not a cover story. His reason was kind of a spin on the truth, be the hit was needed. His eyes checked Nicole out once more when she was following the Russian into the booth. Dan gave Cass a weird look as they got close to the table though. "Hey. Más mian leat dul abhaile, is féidir linn." He offered before James pulled their attention to the game. His mind was soon preoccupied by the pool game that he was pulled into. He laughed at the reaction to what he referred to Cass as shark bait. But that really was what she kind of was. Ever since they were teens. Though the accent and reaction it got from her was even better. Getting to watch her beat James ass was almost as satisfying. Soon Nichole rejoined them and they got into doubles, him with Nichole. He had been trying to stay out of the game, though he wasn't James level bad at pool it was definitely not Dan's type of game. He chuckled when Cass said she wasn't going to take it easy on him. Another reason they were best friends. They were both competitive as hell. The saying they were going to lose after he hit his shots was more of a force of habit. When Nichole answered him, Dan nodded a bit listening to her talk. He hadn't played many games with James, he didn't expect him to be such a sore loser. When he said something about a card table Dan couldn't help but chuckle though. "At this point, I'd feel bad taking your money at cards man." The mood changed a bit when the Russian Nichole had been talking to came over and and they spoke. Dan's whole body tensed a little and he was quiet. He and his family hadn't fucked with the Russians for years, they made him extremely uncomfortable. Cass went up to get them some more drinks. And Dan watched a bit quietly as James made a few more shots before knocking one of Nichole and his balls in for them. Chuckling a bit as James bitched a bit. Which intensified when Dan sunk the rest of their balls. Calling the eight ball and making the clearly easy shot. James left the table grumbling something about Skylar as he answered a phone call and Dan looked at Nichole. "Damn, I've never played games with him. Didn't expect him to be such a sore loser." He said with a chuckle. His eyes going to the bar. Cass still hadn't come back with her and Nicole's drink, and now he saw why. Victor Moretti. He couldn't help the slightly protective look that crossed his face momentarily before he shook his head. Cass was a grown up and she was helping him get in the Italians. That didn't make his big brother protectiveness over her any better though. "Well since Cass got distracted, can I get you a drink?" He asked Nichole with a smile. --- Victor had been watching their little game the whole time, thought it was partly out of boredom. The bar really was dead when the rain was picking up like this. Part of it was because the little redheaded cop was pretty good actually. If she didn't scream cop, he would mistake her for a shark. Finishing his drink, Vic sighed a bit and before getting the bartender's attention to get his glass filled. Before seeing the redhead headed towards the bar. He handed the bartender a couples hundred when he filled his glass. "If keep me and the redheads drinks coming you can have whatever is left." He said getting a nod in response has his glass get filled. This was something he had done a couple of times and the bartender made out better when he wasn't able to pick up whoever he was trying to flirt with. He glanced up at the redhead and winked as the bartender said that he had paid for her drink. When she come over to him and spoke he smiled a little. "Well I hate to see a pretty woman like yourself paying for drinks."