Where: The Doll House Berlesque Club With: @wtfru--imabrat When: May 30, 1997
Themed parties weren't a horrible, unusual place to find Jimmy. He was something of a social butterfly. That, or a social pariah, depended on who you asked. He could always be found at the biggest events, a smile on his face, hand in someone else's. He thrived on connections, on being likable. In business, he was always the friendly face, the one people felt more comfortable turning to with concerns or problems, the 'safer' one. It worked that way. Being feared had its perks, certainly, but you missed a lot that way. Being a softer counterpart had always been one of Jimmy's great strengths. With tables turning once again, though, someone would soon be adjusting roles; him or Alessandro. That decision would be Alessandro's alone. He was simply waiting for his part to be assigned.
The cowboy hat was out of place on him. It felt strange sitting on top of his well-manicured hair, the dim lights being kept from his face as it hid under the brim. He quite liked his face; it was a part of the reason he avoided hats.
Crowded would be an understatement when assessing this room. Bodies carved themselves between each other, noise and light echoing in the small spaces as if looking for a place to go. It was in one of those spaces, those tiny slivers of room, that her face caught his attention. There, gazing off, was Romi Weiss.
Jimmy wouldn't pretend he had ever interacted with her. She was one of the heavily guarded jewels of the Weiss collection. Was. News traveled fast in Vegas, especially when you were as high-profile as a Weiss daughter. Under normal circumstances, he would leave that potential bomb threat alone. But something in her face...
He placed his hat on the bar, eyes meeting the bartender's for only a moment before they both nodded. He frequented these places enough that they all knew his order of choice. He allowed his yes to drift in the direction hers did; he didn't want to come on too strong, didn't want to seem like he wanted something. In truth, he didn't see anything to gain from this, not for him, not for his business, but a weakness that ached deep in his chest pulled him to her side.
"Fan of country music?"
