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Morning[hr]

Tony rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he took another drag from the cigarette dangling from his lips, his hands occupied with pouring a dash of bourbon into his morning coffee. He then quickly screwed on the lid and stored it in the bottom drawer of his desk. Splayed out on his desk was the same drivel everyone else seemed to love to hate. His eyes scanned over the pages as he put out his cigarette on a freestanding ash tray next to his chair. As expected, most of the [i]Gulf Gab[/i] was useless trash. He was just glad he wasn't reading his own name in the rumors and rants. But the very end caught his attention. Seemed the pretentious busybody running the paper had a particular disdain for some "Princess" and her band. Tony leaned back in his chair as he took a sip of his coffee. There was only one band of misfits he could think of that matched the description, and they were just the sort of sound that Tony needed for the Ballroom. He quickly scribbled down "Sena - [i]Miami Rebellion[/i]" on a post-it before standing up and smacking it next to the thirty other notes left ignored on the cork board in his office. One of these days he'd get around to doing something proactive, instead of just keeping the business afloat.

Former MLB star Tony Rossi stepped out of his office into his new domain: the dimly lit arena of screaming children and electronic tunes that was Frankie's Arcade. He did his best not to grimace at the sight as he made his way to the front counter. He was sporting neon green shorts, a plain white t-shirt, and an unbuttoned red Hawaiian shirt. He dodged his way through the excited kids and teenagers trying their best to top the score boards on any number of cabinets. When he got to the front counter, he gave a nod to the recently graduated zit-faced teen who was holding down the fort. [color=CE1141]"How're we doing today, Randy?"[/color]

The teenage boy gave a half-hearted smile to his boss. He was wearing a white shirt, black tie, and khakis... and was very noticeably sweating through them as the AC was not working nearly hard enough to keep up with the heat generating in the arcade. Tony almost felt bad for making the kid wear a "uniform" as he was working there this summer to help pay for college in the fall, but this would build some character in the scrawny nerd before he shipped off to FSU. "We could be doing worse, sir. The Alvarez kids were bickering and causing problems again hogging the Pac-Man cabinet. Maybe you could...?"

The question, while unfinished, was clear as Tony sighed and chugged his coffee, tossing the cup in the trash behind the counter as he shot Randy a displeased glare. The kid was going to have to learn to deal with conflict one of these days... but until then, it was Tony's business. The owner stepped around the counter and made a b-line for the deepest part of the arcade, where he saw four kids huffing and whining while two boys were standing side by side at the Pac-Man machine. Tony walked over and rested an arm against the side of the cabinet as he cleared his throat, the two boys standing up a bit straighter but not letting their eyes or attention waver from the intense game. [color=CE1141]"You two enjoying the game?"[/color]

The two boys gave enthusiastic nods as they continued playing. Tony sighed. [color=CE1141]"Look, I don't know what your parents have been teaching you boys, but you need to start learning to share with other people and not just each other."[/color] Tony knew the boys were barely listening, so he took a step behind the cabinet and leaned down to quickly flick a small switch he had installed in the back of the cabinet. The whole machine quickly reset, with the intense game giving way to the title animations.

The two boys were silent for a moment, before their ear piercing cries were heard in this part of the campaign. Tony took a step towards them and crouched down to their level, pulling out two quarters from his pocket and holding them out to the Alvarez brothers. [color=CE1141]"Go find another cabinet, or wait for the others in line to have a turn, alright?"[/color]

The two boys scowled at Tony for a moment, whispered some mild swears in Spanish to each other, and snatched the two quarters as they went searching for another game to play. The kids in line smiled at Tony, who just simply nodded his head in acknowledgement as he wandered his way back to the counter where Randy was trying to look busy. [color=CE1141]"I've got a couple errands to run before lunch, I'm trusting you with the place while I'm gone. Remember, offer a couple quarters and use the switch if there are any more disputes. Ciao."[/color]

Before Randy could even respond, Tony was out the door and on the streets of Delta City.