angclobianchi:
open to all
bianchi affiliated bar
He didn’t need protection which was why he tried to slip out from under their radar. Angelo could take care of himself, knowing that he wouldn’t sleep until his dad’s killer was found. He wouldn’t let his guard down, that was for sure. “I’m not buying you a drink,” He said to the person next to him as he sat down at the bar. He knew he was getting looks, thanks to whomever had leaked the news. But that didn’t matter because right now, he needed a drink. “None on the house tonight. In fact, people should probably be offering to buy me drinks instead.”
It was the first time since she had opened to business doors that they were not thrown wide open to welcome in the rowdy and the riffraff for a night of debauchery and entertainment. No, tonight was not a night of celebration, but of mourning and sorrow for the family she had grown close to. It was quiet and open to those who belonged the Bianchi and desired a drink. “These cheap asses won’t be buying you a thing”, she scoffed from across the bar. “Lucky you the owner is feeling particularly generous tonight though”, she sighed, needing nothing more than to keep her hands busy. “What can I get you tonight?”















