LEONARD ROMANO

25. Old money spoiled brat. Hotel Manager.

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berrescommaz‌:

The girl inhaled a breath before nodding at his question, “Yeah.” she said “I just finished my last class for the day.” She said, looking over at him. “Do you go here?” she asked, sitting down and pulling out her phone. “I’m Zelda by the way” she introduced herself, unsure as to why. “I normally don’t make such bad first impressions.” 

Leonard nods as she speaks. “I used to, finished last year, I’m just picking some papers.. what do you study?” He’s not sure why he’s explaining himself, but he is not blind to the fact that the atmosphere just began clearing out between two strangers -- there was no need to ruin something that didn’t even begin. “Leonard, cool name” A small yet visible smile tossed her way. “Me neither, I am just.. it’s not my day..”

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mrmikewalsh‌:

Grinning when he heard the other man chuckle, Mike was a little surprised to hear that Leo obviously planned on paying for him as well even though he probably should have expected it. “Good to know, remember me to check what the most expensive meal on the menu is then!”, he joked, even though they probably both knew that he would never do something like that. “Yeah, you should count yourself lucky!”, he finally countered with a grin, actually glad that the other simply played along instead of mentioning how tired he looked. He knew they only meant well, but he already had enough people who were obviously worried about him.

“What makes you think there would be prices in the menu?” Leonard laughs, shaking his head a little. He doesn’t expect Mike to know these kind of restaurants, of course. “Okay Mr. Mysterious, ‘still up for that party I told you about happening tonight? We could head there after dinner, you can relax there and maybe even open up a little..?” He nudges the blonde one with a sort of sparkle in his daring eyes. Leonard was far from an open book, but he would definitely like to know the other better, jump a bit further away from the casual meetings for alcohol, drugs and possible sex.

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eviee-james‌:

“Oh, nothing worthy of forgetting for me, I just love a drink and a party,” Evie informed the male, although technically, being able to forget about the meeting she had any minute now, would be handy. “But based on your tone you clearly do. So…” she made a point at glancing at the papers he had been staring at, “Err, a work problem?”

Leonard rolls his eyes, although a smile on his lips is a perfect giveaway that he is only teasing her. “I know you do, so predictable.” He decides to ignore the papers completely for now, though. “I didn’t know work could be so frustrating, that’s all.. if you take me to the nearest decent bar I can drink myself to oblivion, sounds perfect.” Leo makes his way towards Evie, linking his arm with hers and gently dragging out of the lobby. “What are you doing here anyway? Came to visit me?” 

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Shoulder rested against the door-frame of one of the entries to the bar, dimmed lights allowed him to relax for the first time in the whole day. Leonard used to spend a lot more time in the hotel’s bar than he does now, the only thing dragging him there that night being Ada. “It’s getting crowded in here, nervous?” He addresses the blonde one with a clear joke as it was far from the first time she was performing there, knowing that although she stood a few meters away, she’d be able to hear him and hopefully recognise his voice. @ada-lynn

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mrmikewalsh‌:

A slightly amused smile still on his lips, Mike eventually shrugged. “I could but then someone might walk in before I have finished work and wants to have dinner..”, he explained with a smirk. And it stayed right there when he saw the smile on the other man’s face after agreeing to have dinner. “Best restaurant in New York hm..?! As long as it doesn’t cost a monthly salary..”, he joked as they left the building. Being asked about his day though, he couldn’t help but let out a little sigh. “Lots of work, we’re dealing with a pretty difficult case right now so my boss obviously thought it would be the best if I leave a little earlier and get some rest”, he explained with a shrug, playing it down a little as you couldn’t really overlook the dark shadows under his eyes.

He likes the other’s sarcastic remark enough to chuckle rather loudly, forcing his head back for a moment before he could hand the files to his P.A and give her a quick note on what to do with it. "And why would you care? It’s my treat, so it doesn’t matter.” The same stupid sly smirk comes back to his lips the moment his attention is turned towards Mike once again. Although he understood the immediate assumption, Leonard would never ask the other to pay for even half of the bill if he was taking him to one of his favourite places. He’s listening to the other going on about his day attentively, which he rarely did with anyone else except close friends. “But instead you come to find me and have some fun, I like your style Mr. Walsh.” He’s staying true to his character, but Leonard soon regrets such superficial comment when the other seemed to be so tired, something he notices better outside not only for the full attention on the blonde but for the better light as well.

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mrmikewalsh‌:

For a second Mike thought that the other would really decide to finish his work first but when he realised that this wasn’t the case, he couldn’t help but grin, even though he did raise his eyebrows a little when Leo mentioned showing up at his workplace once as well. “You know you’re not simply getting into my office that easily though, don’t you..?!”, he countered with a smirk, not really sure if it had supposed to be a joke or not but for now he was just glad that he didn’t have to sit around and wait for the other for an hour. “Dinner sounds great! Unless you had something else in mind of course..?”, he finally replied with a slightly mischievous grin, his hands in the pockets of his trousers as he waited for the other to finish organising the papers on his desk.

Time to disguise the lack of knowledge on what it actually was like to be an FBI agent with a frown, shaking his head as to dismiss the other’s barrier there. “Can’t you give a pass to family and friends or something? They make it look easy in the movies.” He smiles to himself before shooting that same smile the other’s way, a certain spark in his eyes for the indication that Mike was actually up to have dinner with him. “Dinner it is, I’ll take you to the best restaurant in New York.” He nods to himself before grabbing the collected papers now, tapping them against the wooden table as to tidy them up and tuck them inside that folder, ready to walk out with the blonde one.  “How’s your day been? We’ve been talking about how boring mine was.”

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Destin walked through the living room of his parents’ house, making small talk with a few of his fathers’ friends and business associates. The Tate’s were known for the dinner parties, it seemed like Destin was being invited to one almost every month. It seemed like they invited almost everyone in town to these things.  This time was for a celebration honoring the companies big score. He excused himself from the group of older men and moved to the refreshment table on the other side of the room, grabbing a bottle of water and twisting the top open before taking a long pull, causing the plastic to cave in on itself. He turned around, spotting a caterer and smiled as they offered him a glass of wine. “Want one?” he offered the person standing next to him.

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Yet another boring party, nothing like the ones he likes to throw anyway. Leonard takes what felt like the billionth deep breath, to say he was annoyed was an understatement. He decides to excuse himself from the group of people that associated with him more than the rest, offering a quick, washed-out smile before he starts to walk towards the refreshment table. Another Tate there to welcome him to drink, although this one he couldn’t say he minded considering he didn’t know him. “Yes, please.” A fake although polite smile, the most used one in these kind of parties. “Having water?”

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LEONARD ROMANO’S FAMILY 

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gabriel romano (59)

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helen wright (47)

siblings

diana romano (16) - half sister paternal side

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“It’s strange-” Wes started on, rather confused of his situation. “-I have Nine days off straight. I never asked for that. It’s a vacation they’re just giving to me.” He said, still trying to figure out the situation. He knew he just dealt with a tough case recently-but, he told his chief he was good to be on the field. His chief was insisting he took the personal time. You deserve it, Matthews. “Well, I have all this free time-maybe I’ll spend some time with my Sisters kids before they start school.”

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“And you’re complaining because your boss basically gave you mini-holidays? Trade with me, I’ll take those nine days off you can manage a hotel.” Leonard’s tone of voice drips with sarcasm, but he means no harm with such cold words. “Yes, you should spend time with people. Take me with you, I’ll make the best margaritas.” He smiles as he reclines in his own chair, fingers linked over his belly.

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The days would usually be filled with the same wave of unfamiliar faces all day. The unfamiliarity set a certain anaesthesia in his less than stimulated mind, and that seemed to be the reason why he didn’t notice Melanie walking in a few moments ago. A wave of a female perfume and a touch to his shoulder had his attention turned to her then, eyebrows raised for a moment in surprise. “Melanie! Hey!” Leonard turns to her then, properly greeting her then. “What brings you here today?” @melliesterling

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If it wasn’t for the extreme need to prove himself a worthy heir to the Romano Hotel network, Leonard would’ve grabbed his jacket and walked out of the main door a few hours ago. It would get boring, at times, to manage a place that was so full of people. Luckily, he’d find ways to entertain himself, one of them being the woman he just noticed as he walked out of his office -- Daphne. He smiles to himself, predicting a few jokes on their way already as he closes the door behind him, now walking towards her. “Beautiful and charming as always, Ms. King. Can I take you for a coffee in the lobby or is that plan list way more interesting than me? -- Don’t answer that, I know the answer already.” The smile that remained in his lips gave a clear idea of what was going through his mind. “Come.” @thedaphneking

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oakleypierce‌:

Looking over his shoulder to where the noise was coming from she frowned softly, once more turning her eyes back onto him. “Oh no, I’m sorry!! No one likes a boring party.” She was about to ask him why it was boring but changed her mind, it didn’t seem like the kind of place she would often go to herself so it was hardly like she could place herself in his shoes anyway. Instead she just shot him a sweet smile, maybe she could help brighten his night a little bit if the entertainment he had before had provided disappointing. “No, no of course I don’t mind! I would love if you walked with me, it can be a bit boring on my own sometimes. Not all the time because there is so many things in the city to look at, not like at home when I just look at…lots of trees and stuff. It’s pretty though, at home, I don’t mean it’s not pretty.” The blonde hurriedly covered her own tracks, eyes wide as she looked at him, not wanting anyone to ever get the impression she didn’t love where she was from with her whole heart. Or worse, have it get back to her parents that she’d said anything even slightly against it. “Leonard, that’s a good name. We need to get you some food! What do you like to eat?” She skipped slightly, already starting to scan for open places selling food. There was never a time she wasn’t in the mood to eat.

He scoffs at her words, although the age gap could not be that significant, her level of innocence gave him a feeling of self-immorality, that genuine sweet smile completely disagreeing with anything he’s seen all night. Lost in time, Leonard looks up at the sky for a second, then at her. “Not sure what time it is but New York would be prettier during the day or early night hours.. I could still show you around, though. New York native.” One of his hands rests over his own chest as if he’s presenting himself to her, an act interrupted by his own chuckle. “Thank you, mystery girl. And at this point I’d eat whatever, are you hungry?” He asks as his own eyes follow hers. “Oh, Japanese. Do you like Japanese?” Leonard is already pointing at a restaurant that seemed very exclusive, one that was probably far from the other’s mind when he mentioned food.

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berrescommaz‌:

Zelda took another long, deliberate drag from her cigarette and shrugged softly. “I’m pretty sure I could take care of it.” she said, “If you really want me to get them cleaned.” Granted, camming made her good money but it probably would put a decent-sized dent in her account if he wanted her to clean them, but her pride was getting in the way of admitting that. “I’m sorry… I don’t know what else you want me to say or do.” she said with a defeated sigh, “You want me to clean them? Okay, I will.” she offered again.

Leonard takes a deep breath, rolling his eyes. Did she not understand what he just said? “Do I h-- no. I don’t want you to do anything with my pants. There. Jesus, and they say I am persistent.” One of his hands is rested over one of his legs as the other goes in search of his phone in his jacket pocket. “Do you study here?”

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mrmikewalsh‌:

Seeing the others eyes widen for a second, Mike couldn’t help but smirk. They both knew he was right after all, he had no intention of leaving again right now but the fact that he had believed him for a second was still funny. Especially since for a split second it had seemed like he hadn’t wanted him to leave either. “Well, isn’t spending time with me a good enough reason for that..?!”, he eventually countered, pretending to be offended before finally grinning again. The dark haired man probably knew that one if the reasons why they were still seeing each other was the drugs but then again he could technically get them somewhere else as well. Because even though they were as different as one could be, he still enjoyed the other mans company.

God, if it was. Every nerve in Leo’s body is demanding him to leave whatever he had to do and go with Mike. He considers the idea, lightly biting his bottom lip, ultimately winning over his stubborn self - something about Mike had that less pretty side of Leonard tamed in a way, and although the brunette didn’t like the control, something in him had him not minding that at all. “You win this time. I’ll show up at your working place with the same excuse one of these days, then we’re even.” He’s trying to make it sound like a joke, although he is truly only expecting a reaction to the fact that he just mentioned showing up at one of Mike’s most personal places. “Ready for dinner or are we doing something else until then?” His attention is set on his desk for a moment as he speaks, trying to organise the papers that he had to hand out to his P.A before he could walk out the door.

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eviee-james‌:

Evie had a meeting in the hotel, in her opinion, it was a rather boring, pointless one. It was about her Album that she wanted to release. But her label needed to just deal with the fact that she hadn’t written it yet. Not that they actually cared, they’d throw all the songwriters at her if it meant making them money. It just meant that the entirety of the meeting would be her ignoring everything they were saying, say no and then leave.  But the meeting hadn’t happened yet. She was just walking up to the front desk to ask where the meeting rooms were located when she heard the works exclamation, “Well, I’ll drink to that.”

The most dangerous part of being a new Hotel Manager was probably the fact that Leonard would often forget he was the face of that branch, and for that he was not meant to be talking about alcohol in the middle of his day if he wanted to cover his true nature with a rather responsible persona -- but the damage is done then. Leo’s eyes are widely open for a second when he realises that someone understood what he said, although the woman’s reply completely changed his view on that. “People only drink Tequila to forget something or to party -- what’s your burden?” He offers her a charming smile, now fully turned to her. Thank God she had no idea he was the manager, for all she knew he could just be a resident, right?