The Snow White really was unlike any other club in New York. The place was a haven for criminal scum of all kinds to perform their particular brand of villainy, and there was one man at the center of it. He seemed too young to be so powerful – that’s what all the suits said, but he had his reputation for a reason. Italians used to run the streets in New York, now, now it was Jimmy Hopkins. They treated him like the second coming of Christ in the Snow White, he owned the place after all. The club almost always had live music, a band or a DJ or something to keep it interesting.
Although Jimmy was a breath of fresh air compared to the stuffy Italians, he still did stuff for the community like the dons that had passed, sometimes he did favors for people, pretended for a while that he was a nice guy, but he was off the clock. He was high, and this asshole was chewing his ear off about some business venture he wanted Jimmy to invest in. He’d assumed that it was Molly who was stood next to him, he’d only caught her out the corner of his eye. Molly and Jimmy had a scam running where she’d pretend to be his wife or girlfriend to get out of awkward conversations (that didn’t quite warrant lethal force). Jimmy took the woman’s hand next to him and said, “we’ll need to talk about this later, me an’ –” he finally got a good look at the woman he’d presumed was Molly. It wasn’t Molly. He was holding a random stranger’s hand. He took it in his stride, and carried on. “– The wife are gon’na go dance for a while.” His dilated pupils were begging with her not to say anything. Please.
bars and nightclubs had always left her on edge ( especially the snow white ) - the countless bodies on the dance floor, the music & the bright lights - it was all so much. it was a continuing trait, feeling so overwhelmed by the sounds and sights surrounding her. people spoke and she responded but words fell hollow from her lips. yes and no and i’m good, thanks, all lacking meaning as she said them in automatic response. but, if that’s what she would have to do to keep a vast network in the criminal underworld, then so be it.
petite fingertips held onto a glass of wine as she took a few moments to scan her surroundings. heat and sweat lingered heavy through the air, the build-up tension of people hesitantly mingling being transparent. for individuals who made their living off of scamming other’s, kida found most of them too cheesy & annoying to tolerate. icy blue hues kept darting around, now to details that nost people wouldn’t spare more than a blink. security cameras, exits & guards. the assassin had to remind herself she wasn’t working, shaking the need for a detailed surveillance away from her thoughts, downing the rest of her drink with one large gulp. en route to her second round, her pace was cut off, the fingers of her free hand interlaced with someone else’s. the expression didn’t falter on her features -- eyes squinting in irresolute as she deciphered jimmy’s signals, quickly deciding to put the poor man out of his misery. “ i’ve been looking everywhere for you! “ she acted out with a high-pitched voice, her small frame leaning against his. “ will you, please, excuse us?” she asked the other’s companion, but without even waiting for an answer, she ushered them both a good amount of meters away. “ i would have expected a proposal first, but i won’t complain. “ kida murmured around a teasing chuckle, finally raising her gaze to meet with his.
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