Il Vuoto, Chapter XXXIV: Scenes From an Italian Restaurant
Chapter I Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24825649/chapters/60048241
Chapter XXXIV Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24825649/chapters/63510094
They entered the establishment. Sabbatini walked up to a hostess' podium.
"Table for eight, per favore," she requested.
The hostess smiled. "Of course. Right this way."
They followed her to the establishment's second storey, guided to a private area with a table set for eight.
"Grazie, Signorina," Bucciarati acknowledged.
The hostess nodded, heading back to the ground floor. Everyone took their seats. Fugo sat across from Sabbatini, Abbacchio sat across from Genovese, Bucciarati sat across from Man-Bun Guy, and Narancia sat across from Mista. Abbacchio and Bucciarati sat next to each other, which came as no surprise to the gunslinger. A waiter came over soon after, and everyone ordered their food. Mista got pizza, partly so he could appease the Pistols when he eventually summoned them.
"All right," Sabbatini said after the waiter left. "Now that everyone's here, we should probably go around and introduce ourselves."
"I'll start," the guy with the man-bun volunteered. "Domenico De Luca."
"Helena Sabbatini," the vampire said next.
"Margherita Genovese," said her flatmate.
"Bruno Bucciarati," Bucciarati said.
"Huh," De Luca responded, glancing at Abbacchio, who sent him a gesture that said, "don't say a fucking thing". The civilian looked to have gotten the message, winking at him.
I wonder what that's about.
Probably none of my business.
Bucciarati, fortunately, appeared to let it slide.
"Leone Abbacchio," the goth said next.
"Pannacotta Fugo," Fugo added.
"Guido Mista," Mista said quickly. I am NOT going to be the eighth person. Two times four is eight.
"Narancia Ghirga," Narancia said, finishing off the introductions.
"Cool," De Luca responded. "Anyone got anything interesting they want to share? Whatever it is that everyone does for a living is off-limits, just so we're clear."
"Thank God," Abbacchio muttered.
Sabbatini blinked. "I'm a vampire now."
De Luca started, eyes wide. "E-fucking-scuse me?"
"Yeah, vampires are real," Genovese deadpanned.
"I know that," De Luca muttered. He glanced at Sabbatini. "You're not like that one guy who allegedly trashed Cairo back in the late '80s now, are you?"
"If you're wondering if I'm that fucked in the head, the answer is no. I didn't become a vampire willingly."
