Realistic or Modern Organized Crime

[No More Pretending]

She was standing a little bit away, leaning against a wall as she drank her drink. Frankie was chatting with her. He was goad to have gotten her alone after she'd come to practice with that new guy. "So where is mister Charming?"

"Oh hush. he went to the bathroom. It's just taking him a while to get back."

"Well maybe he got lost."

 

[Zemfro]

He spotted her outline infront of Frankie but couldn't make out who it was, "There she is." He says as he starts to go through the crowd. "I...e-excuse me. Pardon me." He says as he gets bumped into and stepped on.

 

[No More Pretending]

She looked around. "Ah, there we go. Speak of the devil." She smiled and started walking to meet him halfway. Frankie followed her, hiding the frown that was making its way into his face.

 

[Zemfro]

He waved and finally manages to exit the swarm of people, "Sorry about that I happened ro bump into Mr. Martinez himself. He saw us enter and wished for me to ask you if youd like to work with him and play here on occasion." He said wirh a smile.

 

[No More Pretending]

"Really?" She asked. "Wow."

Frankie chuckled a bit. "We were starting to think you'd run off."

 

[Zemfro]

He shook his head, "Never learned how to do that." He chuckled then looked to Lynn, "So what do you think? Are you up for it? Because I can easily just tell him no."

 

[No More Pretending]

"That'd be wonderful!" She squealed. "How exciting! More people would get to know us, Frankie!"

"Yeah."

"I should go talk to him!" She said. "I've gotta ask him the details. Where was he, Toni?"

 

[Zemfro]

"Well I saw him go in the back but I'm pretty sure thats staff online, sweetie." He shrugs, "Sorry. I'll just have to contact him later. So would you care to go dancing?" He says holding out a hand to her.

 

[No More Pretending]

"Well I have to talk to him in person. If he wants me to work for him, I'm sure he won't mind." She said.

"Carrie doll," Frankie said, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Maybe you shouldn't work here. That guy is in the mob. He's bad news."

She huffed. "Thanks for the support, Frankie..." she said sarcastically. "I thought you wanted to play here. You said yourself you loved the venue and all the best musicians play in speakeasies. It's a whoopie joint. I'm gonna sing here if the owner is giving me the opportunity." She turned away from both men and started walking. "There's no time for dancing. Who knows when we'll see this guy!"

 

[Zemfro]

Antonio sighed, "Yeah good point. Who knows... I'll go see if I can talk to him." He says as he turns around and walks back to the bathroom area and quickly orders two staff to come with him to the back.

"I need a mask and new clothes." He said out loud to his crew in the back, "My girl is coming back here to talk with Alex. Let's go! I need my white suit from the back and a mask."

 

[No More Pretending]

She walked towards the back area. "Alright, Lynn, you can do this... He wants you to perform here, so you have to." She gave a soft sigh.

Frankie walked with her. "There's something fishy about this, doll."

 

[Zemfro]

A staff member stopped them both from going any farther, "What's your business here." He says simply. His eyes staring into hers harshly.

 

[No More Pretending]

"Your boss wants me to be a musical act here, and I need specifics," she stated boldly, looking right back. "I wanna talk face to face." She certainly had moxie when she wanted to.

 

[Zemfro]

The staff member nodded and let her pass but stopped Frankie from moving. "You. Stay." He says simply.

 

[No More Pretending]

"What?! I'm with her!"

 

[Zemfro]

"Only one person goes back there at a time." He says with a grunt.

 

[No More Pretending]

He crossed his arms over his chest. "Fine."

 

[Zemfro]

She would see an area filled with crates filled with booze. "Ah...the singer." Mike says at the end of the cave, "Right this way ma'am." He says as he poits her to the direction of a door. Inside was a well decorated room. More than likely all of it or most of it was stolen or bought with blood money. There were also two staff members in there both waiting to be called apon. Mike closed the door after her, "So...you're the singer." Alex said as he stood up to face her, he wore an all white three piece suit and wore a mask that fit his head but had designs of roses as the crown, "It's good to meet you. Drink?" He offers.

 

[No More Pretending]

She shook her head. "No thank you sir. I think I've had enough tonight." His voice sounded so familiar... like the man that had brought her here. She kept quiet about that, though. Her Antonio wouldn't do any of this stuff. He was an insurance salesman. He was kind, loving, no way would he be a criminal!

"I'm here to discuss the job offer."

 

[Zemfro]

"Hmmm. Yes. Let me introduce myself, my name is Alex Martinez. Now please, have a seat." While the voice seemed the same it sounded low and brooding. "I have excused your man out of the room. And he should be waiting outside. Said something on the idea of its getting very late. Nevertheless, I'd like to offer you a spot on stage. You impress the patrons I'll increase the profit. Your starting wage will be $150 dollars." He says slowly.

 

[No More Pretending]

"$150?" She asked. "What is that? Per month? Week?" She asked. And how often do you want me performing?" She was cutting right to the chase and wasn't going to avoid arguing if he wanted to boss her around.

 

[Zemfro]

"A week. You'll be performing from Thursday to Sunday. If its too busy. Schedule with me. I'm not a dictator, so if you need time off, fine." He says as he sticks out his hand, "Deal?"

 

[No More Pretending]

She stuck out her soft, slender hand and grasped his. "Deal," she said. "See you Thursday."

 

[Zemfro]

He nodded and stood up as she began to leave he called her one last time, "Oh and Ms. O'Brien. Stay safe out there." He said simply.

 

[No More Pretending]

"I'll try," she replied, walking out. Wow... she couldn't belive it! she could actually quit her job and sing full time!