Chiara Giovanni (Feb 21, 2011 8:43:07 PM)
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Chiara Giovanni (Feb 21, 2011 8:44:51 PM)
entering the pizza parlor?)_
Renzo Giovanni (Feb 21, 2011 8:48:15 PM)
By virtue of necessity, Renzo and Chiara would have left Orleans shortly after dusk. After the flight and the taxi drive they would be nearing the witching hour. An appropriate time perhaps to be meeting Fat Tony. When they got out of the car, the vampire offered a pale hand to Chiara. "Don't ask for the special, darling. Tony just can't help himself when it comes to puns. The dear fellow. Instead of a pizza you might find a .38 caliber special in your dinner plate." The parlor before them was genuine hole-in-the-wall New York style Pizza. A faded neon sign announced: 'Giovanni's Pie in the Sky'
Chiara Giovanni (Feb 21, 2011 8:51:23 PM)
*Either brow lifted and green eyes flicked to Renzo. More curious than afraid consider the presence at her side. She did stop and look around more closely, trying to not the small giveaways in the environment that should have announced danger. The sign being the least of them.* An old friend or..?
Renzo Giovanni (Feb 21, 2011 8:59:14 PM)
"Fat Tony is a first cousin and nothing comes between blood, right my sweet?" He asked almost rhetorically. Then there was a shadow of a doubt that flickered across his face. "Unless he and his papa made up. Then we might do ourselves a little favor and keep a seat by the front door." Renzo winked at Chiara. Was he joking? When Chiara surveyed their surroundings she would see the area surprisingly quiet. It was as if the city that never slept decided to leave this little parlor to a its more regular visitors. "Shall we find out?"
Chiara Giovanni (Feb 21, 2011 9:01:23 PM)
*She almost nodded, even as she caught that look, that split second of.. unease? She frowned faintly, not quite sure how to take that. She'd catch herself and bring back the smile, though her eyes still drifted uncertainly over the place.* I think so. At least long enough to glance in the door.
Renzo Giovanni (Feb 21, 2011 9:12:54 PM)
Renzo would laugh softly. "As you wish, madam." And he would go first. That was rather unlike him. He usually held the door open for her. Renzo's purpose might be revealed when Chiara his hand tug on hers as if to keep her close. Her view would be briefly obscured by Renzo's shoulders when the vampire shouted. "Tony! Cousin! Look at you!" Renzo's tone was impeccably inviting. Should Chiara peek over his shoulder she would see a very gaunt man. Fat Tony, contrary to his name, was incredibly thin. The only other notably thing about the middle aged man's stoic demeanor was his wardrobe. In fact the fashion was so similar between Renzo and Tony; it was uncanny.
Renzo Giovanni (Feb 21, 2011 9:13:21 PM)
(when Chiara 'felt' rather. Verbs: 1 Me: 0 )
Chiara Giovanni (Feb 21, 2011 9:14:56 PM)
*She needed no prompting, as she was close and happy to remain so. Just slightly behind him, though she refused to cower behind. She had herself in hand enough to not tense at the shout, though her eyes flicked around the room uncertainly. They would land and linger on Tony before she lowered her gaze in a demure fashion.*
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(coming rather)
*Chiara thought it better to say nothing. Or move. If anything, she was quietly preparing to slip out the door if Renzo decided an exit was preferable.*
Then as if by some imperceptably queue they both started laughing and moved forward to embrace. The traditional hug and cheek kissing Chiara might have come to expect from their traditional family. It might have been then when she caught the heavy aroma of a baking pizza. "It's so good to see you my boy. Look at you, haven't aged a day." And Tony lazily smacked Renzo's cheek before looking at Chiara. "And what have we here! Renzo never told me they had beauties like you down south. How'd you get mixed up with this trouble maker?" Tony thumbed a finger at Renzo and stepped away to yell back at the kitchen. "Johnny, do up a pair of old fashioned New Yorkers. Cousin Renzo is in town."
Sheer luck. He's been behaving himself though, the raging bull's roar is louder than he.
*Chiara's tension hadn't quite eased, but she managed a quick retort. Her shoulders lowered slightly, a smile emerging after a moment. The voice was soft and the gaze less certain, but perhaps that was to be expected. the smile was warm enough.*
A thick Italian accent shouted from somewhere in the back. "Yo Renzo, good of yas to drop by." Then Fat Tony would look at Chiara surprised. "I aint never heard of Raging Bull. Is he a boss down in N'orleans? Want me to put the squeeze on him?" He asked with the same deadpan, expressionless tone to his voice.
New Orleans needs a strong hand, but thank you. I think Renzo's managed to amuse himself besides. Thank you though. I'm Chiara Giovanni. It's a pleasure to meet some of Renzo's family.
"Pleasure to meet you miss." He smiled then, almost wickedly. "I should have known, little Renzo wouldn't take just anyone out for a time to meet us misfits. Only Italian ladies for him. American women never were good enough. He does dress nice though am I right?" Fat Tony smiled and motioned for them to have a seat. "Take a load off you two. Let me go check on the pies. Between you two and the wall, Johnny's cooked as many fingers as he has pizzas. He's clumsier than that Pisanob fellow papa saddled me with." Tony turned around and started walking away, shouting. "How's it going Johnny you still alive back there!"
"I remember why I never took anyone to meet him. The man has fabulous taste and I do adore borrowing his style but he'll never let me forget it." Renzo smirked and sat down at a table nearest where they were. Perhaps it was good he didn't go to get a spot by the door.
I've liked the American ladies that I've met, though I'm not really in a position to say which is better. And yes, yes, he does. *She glanced over to admire the suit, lifting her gaze to Renzo's face and offering a brief, but appreciate smile. She murmured a thank you and smirked delicately at that.* He seems a good sort though
"He's no worse than I am. But that isn't saying much is it?" There was a surprising bit of bitterness to his tone. "I suppose he isn't half bad. At least he forgave me more than his papa did."
"I don't think I'd take you in firing range of his papa Frank." Laughter, though the rueful sort. It was exactly regret so much as sorrow.
*Chiara gazed at him. Her face was serious and then sad. While there was no words, she leaned forward and gave his hand a squeeze.*
"How good are you at writing all pretty and legal like?" Renzo looked up from her knuckles to meet Chiara's gaze. "I was giving it some thought on the flight up here. You know how dangerous that can be." He winked at her, perhaps cryptically.
I haven't done a lot of contracts, though I c ould find a model.
"Good." Renzo nodded with approval. "I've been quite the busy little bee and making our family some friends in high places. I do so love high places, don't you?" He smiles. "In any case, better to have it in writing all the same. Signed in blood, the whole nine yards. After all it must be perfect and you seem to have little trouble with perfection." The compliment was paid with enough of a wry grin to be played off as a light hearted joke or something more telling.
The view is gorgeous. You would want a lawyer, but I can certainly do footwork. *That got him a bemused glance. Chiara did not look convince, but amused. Perfection? As if.*
Renzo shook his head with a stern conviction. "I dare not let any esquire gander at my private documents thank you very much!" His tone lightening up as he made jest of what seemed like a serious concern. "In any regard let us just say I'd feel more comfortable with your delicate touch." He looked away from her almost innocently. Fat Tony was walking towards them with a personal pan pizza in each hand. "Here we go! No ordering for you two, just the best for family eh?" He looks back and forth. "Anything to drink Ms. Giovanni?"
"Sorry Tony." Renzo says. "Grandma Gia has me on a strict diet." The way the vampire emphasized diet brought a nod from Tony. "Yeah, like your sister, God rest her soul."
Renzo nodded in silence.
found my water!)
(Woot! A drink sounds good!)
I just.. wish I had more experience. You'll have to give me more specifics later, I don't want to betray your trust. Thank you, Tony, I appreciate it. Coffee, if it's not a bother. And it smells wonderful.
Tony nodded. "Best in New York, doll." He says. "So what brings you two up here to cold weather." A shifty glance before the familial relation got to the point. "Business or pleasure?"
It was my valentine's surprise. Renzo is a hard man to shop for, as you might imagine.
*A 'bold' step for Chiara, but there! The words came out clear and even. Renzo got a slightly sigh, but pleased smile. And a curious look to Tony as she'd got a hint of that thoughtful glance.*
"No doll I'm sorry. I really can't imagine shopping for him. Though I'd bet five bucks you're doing a knock up job." Tony looked at Renzo who promptly averted his gaze. The vampire was grinning with a mix of pride and perhaps a touch of embarrassment. Renzo would even whisper. "She aint knocked up Tony."
"That isn't what I said now is it, Renzo?" Tony shot back.
"Yeah, but you were still thinking it. I know you well enough to figure where your family man thoughts wander off to. How are the wife and kids?" Renzo asks, perhaps changing the subject on purpose.
...Renzo! *Chiara came close to kicking him under the table and settled for a startled glare.*
Renzo gave Chiara a wide-eyed look complete with innocent smile. "What!" He winked and looked back at Tony. The New Yorker would lend Renzo a proverbial hand. "They're good. Heather has gone back to nursing school and the two boys are making my life a living hell as usual." The paternal joys and pains expressed crisply in Tony's voice.
*The look suggested she hadn't forgotten that 'accidental' slip, but she did look back to Tony and follow the switch to more plelasant topics.* Oh, that's wonderful. You must be so proud of her.
"Are you kidding me? Get outta here. I'm the proudest husband there ever was. And just between the three of us; it's real nice having a misses who can stitch up a bullet hole." There was an affirmative nod and a prideful comment. "Makes the life not quite so hard." Then Tony's gaze drifts to Renzo. "But your valentine over here would know all about that." And then silence as Tony excuses himself to fix Chiara's coffee.
I'm more of a book person, as much as I realize we need warriors. And thank you. *Murmured as he drifted off.*
"How is Sister Marguerite?" Renzo asks idly. "I do so hope she's treating you well."
Very well. We've been talking when I go for Choir Practice. She's been helpful and I've not given hopes about library access, which will be quite the accomplishment.
*Chiara would nibble at her pizza, repressing guilt that Renzo couldn't enjoy the treat.*
"Oh, you do so taunt a man like me, darling. Library access? Is this a gift I might be able to dote upon you with?" Renzo asks, lacing his fingers together and leaning forward to give Chiara his attention for that long moment.
Taunt? I don't even have a feather head dress. *An amused glance, but curious as well. Chiara was trying to discern how serious, if at all, that jest was. then came the debate about whether it was appropriate to except jyet another gift.* Possibly. And you? What have you been up to?
"Oh. This and that." Renzo says in a casual fashion. "I've been casting myself into an uncultured mass of monsters for the most part. Things quite distasteful and yet none the less...appropriate." He motioned to his own lip. "You have a touch of pizza sauce."
*A blush and a quick, efficient swipe as she nodded.* That sounds.. awful. Necessary, I suppose. Is Aldo helping you?
(brb)
"Aldo? No. I'm quite alone on these ventures." And as he said that, Tony came back with the coffee. "Renzo. You better come by here tomorrow night. We got business to talk about and no body does disappearin' like you do." Fat Tony put bony fingers on Renzo's shoulder and squeezed. "Still workin' out. Good man." A pat on his back. "You two enjoy your Valentines, I gotta run home before Heather chews more than my ear off." Chiara might notice Tony had put on his jacket and a fedora.
"I aint commin back, Tony." Renzo said softly, another twinge of regret in his voice. Chiara had heard a lot of that since they'd been back in New York.
It looked as if Fat Tony were hurt or perhaps surprised at Renzo's not-so-polite response. Then he nodded. "Yeah, well just drop by anyway huh? Pay your respects?"
Renzo nodded once smiled. "It was good seein you again Tony. Give my love to the family." And then he turned his attention back on Chiara.
(Hey I'm falling asleep at my comp.)
(I'm having fun though. Perhaps rp another evening?)
Yes. Go sleep! thank you muchly for the rp. <3 )
(Mondays are just blah for me because I stay up so late on the weekends and then pay for it the first day of work. lol)
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