#1959.start

“My god, it’s going to be one of those nights, huh.” She said to the person next to her. 

an eternal smirk lives on his lips but he makes a bee-line, plops into the lounge chair right next to his person of interest. make no bones about it, he’s here on business. “gee, they’ll let anyone in here, won’t they?” brows quirk behind shaded lenses. he pauses for a sip, pregnant with expectation. “--you managing to stay out of trouble? seems like things are heatin’ up, more ways than one.”

he can’t help but catch his eye on all the chips stacked before the person next to him. a brow arches, equal parts curious and mischievous. “looks like i’m sittin’ right next to him. you wouldn’t be counting cards, would ya?”

         “c’mon, boys, surely there’s enough moonshine to go around,” jimmy pats the huge, dense arm of the muscle at the door to no avail. evidently law enforcement isn’t invited to the party, rightfully so given jimmy certainly isn’t there for the liquor. his easy grin doesn’t falter though, he tilts his head. “what, you want for me to flash a badge around, make it into a whole scene? at pauly’s party?” around the fleshy shoulder of the guard, jimmy catches a familiar eye. he waves them over. “wouldn’t want me to come back around with friends, have to break up the whole shin dig... hey there-- tell the lugs i’m a guest, won’t ya?”

La ilusión viaja en tranvía (Luis Buñuel ,1959)