@vxrixble asked: “I try to stay optimistic… even though, I will admit, things are getting pretty sticky.” From Vera
Back in the day, mobsters would help people. This help, of course, came at a price. Jimmy was no different. It was well known in the underground that if you had a problem, you went to Jimmy, and maybe, just maybe, if he was drunk or high enough, he’d help you out. He eye’d the empty glass on his desk, his office was fancy underneath the mess, his rich mahogany desk coated with remnants of white powder. “Optimism’s important,” Jimmy said, pulling a bottle and an extra glass out from the drawer under his desk. Regardless of the fact it was ten AM, he poured out two vodkas, and slid one across the desk.
“Please,” Jimmy leaned back in his seat, gesturing towards the seat opposite him with the glass in his hand. “Sit down, tell me ‘bout your sticky situation, huh? Never know, maybe I can help you out.”
Vera was hesitant. Her decision to come here was already questionable and the uncertainty only growing stronger. “It is indeed.” she spoke softly as she witchy the glass glide across the desk with ease. Chewing the inside of her cheek, she took the seat opposite of him, green eyes moving from the glass to the man. How rude would it be if she just ignored it?”
“Well,” Vera began with a sigh as she tried to piece together her situation. The wording itself was tricky, but who she was speaking to was even trickier. The last thing she needed was trouble. “ Its my brother, he’s - um, well, um,” unable tp properly piece to the sentence together, she reached for the glass and took a regretful sip. Her soft featured twisting in distaste. “He’s disappeared and I’m looking for some...guidance”
