#rodrigo.

Mid-morning, pool-side. It's still relatively quiet, because it's not quite hot enough to need the pool this early in the day. The smell of morning dew was still fresh across the greens, and it pleased Rodrigo as he enjoyed a late breakfast. The man was smart enough to know he should be taking advantage of this peace. If Hugo had his way, and if they continued on down the same jagged path, he wouldn't have a moment of peace for the foreseeable future. But the man knew what he was getting himself in to when he'd agreed to join along in his older cousin's escapades. Rigo was along for the ride. The entire ride. "Finally." He'd lay his fork to rest near the edge of his plate. "We pay you people enough. Mimosa's aren't rocket science." Rigo turned to catch a glimpse of the approaching body, amber pools flickering over the tops of his dark sunglasses. "Oh," dejection tinted his voice. "What do you want?" 

                   FOR THE WICKED // RODRIGO VARGAS

“No. Regret doesn’t pay your bills or suck your dick. It’s useless.”

9 P.M. w/ @julianpistris​

 The atmosphere at the club changes after 8 P.M.. It's members are either gathered to have a late dinner or cocktails, both of which seem to require just one more drink. Rodrigo doesn't mind. Might actually feel just as comfortable here as he does when he's hold up in the study of the vineyard mansion. So far, as quietly as the days had dragged on, he's not quite content with needing to stay out of the public eye unless totally necessary. There's no need to hide. The knife that the Empire had begun to scrape over the boils of the city had barely scratched the surface. Timing, as they say, is everything. Rigo still has some squirreled away somewhere. The man is nursing a dirty martini. There are extra olives, because he enjoys the way the vodka soaks into them. He'd invited Julian to meet him here under the pretense of 'catching up'. Not a total lie, but an exaggeration of the truth. Rodrigo did want to pick his brain. To see just how forthcoming the other man would be about his affiliation with The Vittori and, perhaps, just how pliable his allegiance was. Again. Timing. Patiently, he'd sat quietly at the center of the bar, tucked neatly against it's marbled edges. Even if Julian opted not to show... There were plenty more martini's where this came from.

RODRIGO: Good to see you the other night. Sorry to hear about Lorenzo. Didn't know him but he carried an entire empire on his shoulders. Something to look up to.

That’s a toughie. I’ve done a lot of mean things. No need to sugar coat it. Kind of hard to pick the meanest. Don’t know.