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Matteo Carducci

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  1. Hands rubbed over his features as he stood on the field of the massive stadium. It was tee minus just days and counting before their grand opening and there was as always still too much to do. Wrist turned over to glance at his watch again. He was meeting some Pharos guy in twenty minutes. It had been an odd phone call. Gaspari had apparently reached out to the head of the organization who in turn reached out to him offering to add extra security opening night by adding some artifact to his outer enhanced cage. He was supposed to be getting some sort of demo today. He had immediately called Gaspari to confirm this bizarre turn of events only to be told yes this was his doing. After arguing that the cage was already enhanced nine ways to Sunday, he was told a bit more security didn't hurt their image. Gaspari was probably right, an audience injury opening night could kill the endeavor dead in its tracks. Still... they had six different mage enhancements on the damn place. This seemed like overkill. NPC: You want me to just lead the guy down here when he arrives? ya.... may as well get right to the point on it. As security walked away he moved to the stage, hopping up to sit on its edge and wait. The massive platform was for the show before the fight. Derrick was supposed to play, something Gaspari seemed pretty excited about. She was good and all, but for this size crowd? Then again, Gaspari always seemed to know something he didn't. Legs swung back and forth off the edge as he looked at his watch again....... three minutes since the last time he had looked.
  2. Matteo Carducci

    Countdown Begins...

    He watched his leather toes appear and disappear as he sat on the edge of the stage, legs swinging in the vast space. The original grid-iron was the first cage, hundred by fifty four glorious yards of fight space. Reinforced steel that seemed thick but at a distance was easily seen through as the gaps were over nine inch square. The second cage was at the edge of the old stadium seating, a good ten yard gap around the first that could be walked by the security team. This second cage was the one that was heavily enhanced, more spells and enchantments than he could count. Enchantments against fire, against power, against ice, against electricity, even against certain spells. To protect the audience the first nine rows of seating had been removed, which was where the third cage was surrounding the field. This one was to keep drunk idiots from grabbing the enchanted cage and getting themselves half killed. The second cage was the one this artifact was supposedly going to make nearly invincible to anything that spilled out from a caged fight. Buzz in his pocket made him slip out the phone to glance at the text. Pharos was here. He waited as Frankie escorted the guy down the steps of the stadium to the cage openings. Around the massive arena the huge televisions were playing the Satyr logo as final tests were being run on all the equipment. 'ey Chin lifted in greeting as the guy got closer, hips sliding off the stage, hands sliding into his pockets as he strolled in that direction. Watch that second gate…. touchin' that one be a bitch… Grin was easy and welcoming as he let the guy drink in the size. It was always overwhelming to new comers. The stadium had always been huge, but with the six story tall massive cages that enclosed the field even on the top standing like monoliths in the center, it was awe inspiring. Particularly right now with no one to fill the seats, its very size was daunting.
  3. Matteo Carducci

    Nighttime is Playtime

    Feb 1, 2020 6pm (currently Bakkhos only) Fingers drummed on the dark bar. Cool gaze watched the sun begin to sink out the windows of the club. Gaspari had put him in charge of the club while the head of Bakkhos was travelling to Italy and then Spain to meet with the Family there and discuss how to increase their trading routes in this still challenged world. The steel doors were still closed to the public, the red velvet rope outside lonely and unmanned. It was early yet. Bakkhos only opened at 9pm. The soft click of heels behind him betrayed the beginning of staff arriving through the private entrance. NPC: "Matty!" Trish. The squeal gave her away before the small hands wrapped around his waist from behind, slinking under the gray blazer to tickle over the deep wine button up, following the buttons until they opened at his chest. Her fingers snaked inside the silky shirt for a feel of the dark hair and to play with the gold chain hanging there before his large grip caught the invaders. Head turned and dipped to catch the ruby lips behind his shoulder only briefly. 'ey Trish. Hand lightly pushed her hands down and untangled from his torso. NPC: "Whatcha doin' here?" I'm in charge while Gaspari is away of course.... so get yer pretty tail off and into uniform.. Hand swatted the thick meat of her ass sending her off to the back with a playful yelp. Waitresses were always in slinky black cocktail dresses at Bakkhos, even when serving those that decided to slink into the pools……and he had slept with half of them. Smirk slid his lips as he moved around the bar and poured himself a lowball of straight scotch. They had a couple hours before the door was opened to the public for the first time since the Blood Moon fiasco three months ago. The club hadn't suffered any damage but the lower portions of the hotel had. Because the club could be locked down like a steel trap, they used it instead as headquarters while they rebuilt and waited to see if the sky would continue to "fall". Between the unnatural Blood Moon events and the anti-outworlder sentiment growing around the world it was collectively decided that Satyr Stadium was on hold for the time being. Instead, Gaspari was trusting his Senior Capo to run the prized Bakkhos club and their hotel while the head of the Family was jet setting around the world and growing their connections. It was good for the Family, but the Capo wished Gaspari would take more muscle when he went. Gray was good and all, but the Family head should have dozens with him, not a team of ten. He had lost that argument however, so he was left behind to run the business. In and of itself, it was a huge honor. Dark eyes lifted at the heavy steps coming through the private entrance. 'ey Joey….. The young lycanthrope smiled at him as he walked over. NPC: "Hey Boss…. you're here early." Nod came as the scotch slid smooth down his throat before he pulled the glass away. Ya… wanted to be sure we were ready…. checking security cams etcetera. Joey unbuttoned his blazer to sit on the leather stool on the other side as he nodded. NPC: "I made sure we have some extra muscle tonight since we haven't been open in a while and aint sure if we gonna see just the regulars or some wild cards. Bringing in all seven bouncers and three on cams." The Capo nodded as he finished his scotch and set the glass in the bucket under the bar. Ari would be pissed there were dirty glasses before they even opened but he would face her fury. Another glance outside confirmed it would be a brisk but clear night. A good night to reopen Bakkhos and help the upper echelon find a playful norm once more.
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    Blitz

    He was exhausted at a level that was almost inhuman. When had he managed more than an hours sleep? He couldn’t recall. Hand scratched over his head, reminded again that he needed a haircut before opening night so he could be all professional….presentable. He should have just walked by….. why was he engaging? Because Gaspari wanted him to be the smiling face of Bakkhos to the public and "sell" the stadium. Thing was the event would sell itself…. and the Senior Capo wasn’t the best diplomat. Hairs on the back of his head were standing on end as he muttered about people not thinking he had taken all these things into account. The stranger was too quiet and it was setting off deep seeded alarms that the Capo wasn’t consciously processing but the fighter in him already was taking action against. The soft huff through nostrils only setting the edge further up on the blade. Of course…. I wish you the best with it. His own huff answered as he realized he had lost the damn key back into the army of others on the ring while gesticulating. It happened without the Capo thinking… as the man knelt there was a soft pop of air, wisps of ebony curling in the space the man had just been standing as instincts had triggered the aperation without any real thought. Air hanging thick with a scent of warm cinnamon as the Capo was no longer anywhere to be found. This was no ordinary target. Blink was pronounced as he found himself on the other side of the door, standing in the thick darkness of the stadium underbelly. Glancing down to the keys in his hand and then back to the door he tried to remember going through the door…. Fuck am tired…… Checking he had locked it, he set out to find the office and go over the latest list of "not yet done" items that seemed to constantly grow rather than shrink the closer to the date they got.
  5. Matteo Carducci

    Bakkhos Champion??

    You know...that Barracuda would be a nice prize...for the winner. What do you think about that...bub? Scowl at the man was instantaneous. Fuck you Tom.... gotta better idea.... lets put up that little liquor store of yers huh? Think about it. Could be fun. After all...I am the best in the world at what I do, but what I do isn't very nice. Smirk returned as he was slapped on the shoulder. The shrug was nonchalant as he slipped off the bar stool to head out with the man. He had a pair of long legs waiting for him back at his pad that he wanted to get back to before he caught a few hours sleep. 'ey. At this point for all I know ya fight like a pansy in the ring and I'm gonna lose my shirt in the whole endeavor. Wink teased as he headed out. He had signs to get made tomorrow and an upgrade to their adverts to make. Time to push this thing. ~Fin~
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    Bakkhos Champion??

    January 21, 2021 - 2am @Thomas Gallo This isn't a good idea Gaspari… The frown knitted down hard as the dark Italian gaze flicked to Tom and then back to the head of Bakkhos. Arms were tightly folded over his chest as he leaned against the front of the bar eyeing Gaspari as the older man sat in the leather chair with his glass of whiskey resting on the arm. What the hell was he thinking! We 'ave a million clauses signin' away that the death of fighters aint our fault for a reason. We have no idea if both fighters would even walk out of the ring openin' night!.... hell dunno if ANY fighter walk outta first fight! Hands threw up in the air in frustration. And what if he accidently kills the opponent? Then we are the bad guys… and if he loses on the openin' night??..... the "champion" o' Bakkhos defeated by a street fighter? Then what happens with our rep? Geez Boss… this is just a recipe for disaster. This was NOT what he had expected when he got the 1am call dragging his ass out from between a pair of extra long gams attached to one hell of a tight ass, a fact not apparent in his appearance as the slacks hung neat on his hips, the leather bomber still over his gray turtleneck, gun flashed as he gestured his frustration. Gaspari wanted to bill Tom as the Bakkhos champion and toss him out as the "fighter to beat" on opening night, help drum up business. The head of Bakkhos never did anything rash but damn if this didn't feel like a wild throw. Yet there the guy sat…smirking at the Senior Capo's complaint as he sipped his whiskey. The dark eyes met Tom's with a "come on…back me up here" expression.
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    Bakkhos Champion??

    A "pft" escaped his lips as the Capo growled at him. Matteo didn’t put off easily, especially by anyone in the family and Tom was no exception… lycan or not. Besides, Tom knew not to take the Senior Capo too seriously. A vision...we can call it that. A dream, really. That's all that will ever be. Smirk lit his own lips, wondering if the guy got the Wolverine reference. I swear Tom… one of these days gonna get some pixie to zap yer ass into a fluffy purple puppy….. just so you can get cuddled ta death… He couldn’t help the jibe, smirk broadening a bit. No, I do not plan on losing. Just don't insult me. Make the purse big. Head shook as he rolled his shoulders. Nah… gotta be big to pull the players in. Probably toss in an elite car from the family stock as well, something reinforced…..flashy… Groan came half heartedly as he added… ….expensive.
  8. Matteo Carducci

    Blitz

    "No… you don't." Eyes rolled. He KNEW he should have kept walking. Why did he get himself entangled into these things. Trust me…… there isn't security like this…… anywhere…….. Soft words came under his breath as he turned to go to the side door. “Unless you have cameras broadcasting the fights in reinforced steel boxes, they’re in cages. What happens if the Weres are tranq resistant? Cages aren’t enough.” Hand ran over his features with a bit of exasperation, head shaking as he mumbled under his breath to just get inside. “How could you possibly plan for whatever Were walks through that door…” He really should keep walking… but something about the guy's arrogance to assume he knew what was beyond the walls itched at the Senior Capo. Turning he shook his head. You really think weres are the worst that could walk through here? Please. This place has to withstand fourth and fifth level mages…enhanced that can cause small nuclear explosions…. earth elementals that can cause magnitude 8 earthquakes. Turning he kept shaking his head as he ranted, normally he wouldn’t be talking about any of this stuff but the guy had gotten under his skin. Hands gestured upward as he kept talking to himself more than the other. A little cage will hold all that?.... ya right….. why is it that everyone thinks they know how this will work without havin' a clue whats behind the walls… thinks I am an idiot puttin' t'gether a straw box to hold back fire?
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    Bakkhos Champion??

    He couldn’t hold back the rich chuckle that bubbled up in his chest as Tom groaned at the spandex reference. “You are enjoying this way more than you should be.” Maybe a little….. but ya gotta admit… be a vision in canary yella tights… Smirk was wicked as he glanced sideways at the Capo to be sure nothing was thrown at him. Tone went serious again as despite the fresh opening to poke fun at their situation, neither could shake the feeling that this was still a terrible idea. Brilliant…. but terrible. “If a challenger steps up…what do they win?.....What do I win?” Brow quirked at the man. You planning on losing? Smirk shot back at Tom. They get bragging rights that that they beat yer ass….. and a cash prize… haven't set that yet…. Hands slid in his slack pockets as he smoothly rose from the barstool, the impish grin back at the Capo warned responses could not be trusted to be serious. And yer ass…. IF you win…. you get perty tags on the bottom of your three story banners on side of the stadium declaring yer record 1 and 0….. Huff through his nostrils was teasing… And that’s it… ain't forkin' any cash over to your ass….
  10. Matteo Carducci

    Bakkhos Champion??

    He smirked at the grunt from the Capo at his mug being sprawled three stories tall on a building. As a whole Tom had always been fairly private. This was flipping that on its head. He was about to be a very public figure in New York…. potentially much further if Satyr became the equivalent of the Roman Gladiator games that Gaspari seemed to think it would. Yeah...that is probably best. I. Hate. It. But I get it. This time the chuckle actually percolated up out of his chest. 'ey…. think of it as a live commercial fer Thyrsus….I mean ya never goin' to get a more captive audience. The mischievous grin was almost boyish on his features. We can make you a special spandex suit…. ya know…. with advertisin' patches all over it….Thyrsus logo on the back…. He was kidding of course but knew he would get that miserable scowl from the Capo which only made the smirk get bigger. He wasn’t kidding however, about the event needing to be gladiator games and not a boxing match. I'm counting on it. I don't know that I could restrain myself to a simple boxing match Good…. cuz I doubt whomever I can rope into being your opponent will hold back either…. Fingers scratched over his head once more. An opponent. That was the next thing he had to get crossed off his list. He would have to get those banners up on the stadium immediately, get some chatter going to hopefully rope in a good candidate. Opening night would be worthless if the fight lasted a minute and a half. Don't got much time to get this thing ready.......
  11. Matteo Carducci

    Bakkhos Champion??

    You couldn't afford me as your bartender. Smirk lit his lips as a brow quirked. I have been told I pay well…. But ya aint my type. Bottle was caught mid-slide and his own glass filled near the top. The bottle set back towards the inside of the counter. Matteo wasn’t a heavy drinker, just felt like he needed a double tonight. Well...if there is no getting around it...how can we make the most of it? Grunt was soft and resigned as the glass came to his lips, a good swallow vanishing before he spoke again. We advertise the fuck outta ya….. banners on the side of the stadium with your ugly mug on them…. Big gold letters underneath spellin' out "CHAMPION"…. enough to in ya face push so that we push buttons… Glass hit his lips again before chuckling. 'course half 'em be the kinda buttons making you a target and the other half be buttons drawing in the big and rowdy crowds. Glass rolled in his palm as his thumb slid along the rim. Not had a lot of luck getting strong recruits for the first fight…. sad thing is Gaspari is probably right in pickin' a Bakkhos to headline. People were waitin' to see what it would really be like… if it’s a hoax or not…. Rest of the glass vanished past his lips before he turned it upside down and slid it down the bar to Tom so he could put it in the sink. Hand scratched over his head once more. You realize this is goin' t' be a total blood sport right? The audience is going to be looking for gladiator games… not a little boxing match….
  12. Matteo Carducci

    Bakkhos Champion??

    This was seriously stupid. He got it…. But that didn’t make it any less stupid. Fingers caught the sliding glass with ease. Rim paused at his lips as he stated the obvious regarding the "fuck with me" sign that the lycan was going to be wearing from now on, half the glass knocking back afterwards. Tom's nod didn’t make him feel any better. Just meant the Capo knew it was as insane as he did. Unless Gaspari orders it. The Beast will not enter the arena. Not under any circumstance. Blink was pronounced as the glass dipped from his slightly agape lips before the snapped response came. Like I would fuckin' let ya…. Rest of the glass vanished down his throat before it was slid back to Tom for a refill. Listen, I'm not stupid. I have no intentions of lycans fightin' on full moon cycles… near 'em perhaps for a more aggressive fight, but I don’t need full on werebeasts in my cages. Fingers pushed his bangs back and slid over his head as it shook, eyes meeting the burn of the Capo's with equal sincerity. Turn loose two animals and there aint no refereein' gonna happen which Satyr has rules. Only way to stop that fight before death is to pump 'em both full of elephant tranqs and frankly I don’t have enough stock to do that. Even close to the moon would be insane. He had seen lycans be very….. animalistic… in their human form around that time. They tended not to listen well. ...speaking of the infected. Are you planning on advertising Sheut Ka in the arena? Eris was very specific about the kinds of violence she'd like to indulge in if we were to run with them as fighters. She said as much a year ago and hasn't budged by a single syllable since. Brow quirked at the man. He wondered if the Capo didn’t know. As they remained in shadow and secret, It wasn’t something that was discussed openly within Bakkhos, as a matter of fact very few family members knew about them. But with Tom having struck up a weird "relationship" with that woman, he should at least know. Listen, while I couldn’t really give a shit about the woman's threat, we have Sheut within the family… I wouldn’t out them, nor would any of the Bosses. Last thing am gonna do is be so stupid as to advert them for Satyr. Finger tapped the side of his glass for a refill.
  13. Matteo Carducci

    Bakkhos Champion??

    This…….was……..insane. Blink was profound as he scowled at Tom still trying to come to terms with this completely fanatical plan. He got it…. but that didn’t make it less insane. Hand scratched in the curls that were starting to need a trim before the sigh slipped from his chest, hands dropping between his thighs as he pushed back onto the stool, feet perching on the rail of the bar. Matteo...I think I know what he's suggesting. Nostrils snorted softly. So do I…. dun make it a good suggestion… I don't like it much either...but I don't see another solution. I don't speak of it much, but since the Event...things have been harder for me than most others that share the same condition. I'm no fool...I know you have noticed. Yea yea yea…… still dun make it less insane an idea….. you know that. Dark brown watched the pour of liquor, his middle finger tapping the bar in front of himself to indicate for the man to pour him one as well. He probably needed a couple before he started thinking about all the potential impacts… disasters that this could bring them. I believe Gaspari is looking to feed these head-hunters to me to bleed out some of the violence that is bubbling at the surface. As much as I hate to admit it...as long as I continue to live...violence is going to be my drug of choice. 'ey... I get that…. but this be like slappin' a neon "fuck with me" sign on ya back….you know that. Elbows rested on the bar as his head shook, clearly resigned to his fate as hands rubbed over tired features. Ya know I gotta advert ya as infected……cant let anyone signin' up for the first fight walk in without knowin'….
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    Blitz

    "Here's a question you might not hear very often since you seem quite accustomed to those other ones. Why don't you go fuck yourself." How banally unoriginal of her. He didn’t even deem her worth a glance, keys flipping over as he half under his breath responded to the typical "I'm a big bitch" statement. Better myself than a street tart….. There was a heavy implication there as key he needed dropped between his fingers, eyes on the doors. Just get inside. Leave the stupid public to themselves. Too much work to do to be messing with trite tarts. “No, you don’t have enough security,” He still didn’t pause. It was a challenge he heard often. Especially from any form of enforcement personnel. They had a full security team, larger than half the law enforcement crews in the damn city. They had double cages, one was mana driven, one electrified. They were stocked with elephant tranq's for any participants that got out of control. They had steel walled rooms underground for when fighters couldn't be let loose back into the city and needed to sleep it off. Nowhere was secure like the stadium. “Not nearly. For Weres. You’re going to get people killed.” Deep brown eyes lifted from the doors as his step paused. That was….. specific. Even for an enforcement personnel. Brow quirked upward as he glanced over his shoulder at the man, looking him over a moment before responding. Yes…. I do actually…….. Head tilted slightly, still looking over his shoulder at the man, eyes locked on his trying to figure out what it was that had so caught his attention about him. …..especially….. for weres…. The emphasis betrayed that perhaps extra attention had been paid to ensuring it was safe for when weres were in the "house". Bakkhos was littered with weres, a fact outsiders were not aware of but which gave them an unusually high awareness of the needs for protecting against a were-onslaught. Blink was thoughtful before he let the feeling go, faint shrug lifting his shoulders as he turned to continue his march to the stadium. Trust me…… there isnt security like this…… anywhere…….. Quiet words had been half under his breath. Why was he trying to assuage concerns for this guy? Free hand scratched the locks at the back of his neck, reminded that he needed a damn haircut. Too damn busy.
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    Blitz

    There was two days still until registration was open. Six days before the last construction was complete. Couple of weeks until the grand opening. ……and just a few days before he lost his fucking mind. He was practically living at the stadium these days. This endeavor was costing them a fortune. Between the security needs, reconstruction, mana wards, huge stock of antivirals in the event of audience or fighter exposure, staff hiring, bar stocking, re-reconstruction when the barriers failed early tests and all the ridiculous electronics installed, this place was bleeding money and yet Gaspari still thought it was more than worth it. So…… no pressure at all to deliver a successful opening night. No wonder the Senior Capo was stressed. It didn’t help that lately there were lurkers outside the stadium CONSTANTLY. Let them register early…. let them take a sneak peek….let them have a job…. let them be a distributor…. let them show him a good time so they could get tickets to opening night… which….. surprisingly or perhaps not…. was sold out. It could hold 30,000 but they only had 10 thousand for sale for the opening night. A precaution to see how the place held up under the first real altered fight. The limited tickets had made it an "exclusive" show that a population that had been without big entertainment for so long, scrambled for. Then there were the ENDLESS inspections. By the feds….by the medical board….by ARMA… by Bakkhos security….fuck…. there was nothing that existed anymore on the god-forsaken planet that had been checked over more than the stadium. Car parked to do the night inspection and work on the damn books and instantly the groan came seeing two figures lurking. Of course. He had started coming later to avoid the daytime public gawkers but seemed they had gotten savvy and were coming all times now. Black 'Cuda rumbled to a stop as he stepped out, hand stuffing in his black leather bomber pocket to pull out the ring of forty odd keys that all went to something in the stadium. He really needed to put a cord or something on the access door one so he wasn’t constantly fumbling to find it as he came each day. Keys jingled slightly as he walked past the two figures. Careful not to make eye contact. He used to be real friendly, play the pied piper role to a tee... but then he got grabbed, caught, stuck outside making explanations for over an hour every time. It was a huge waste of time. Instead he had gotten more abrupt and usually mistaken for a basic security guy. Tired words came as he walked by them, heading for the massive steel side doors more than 30 yards down the sidewalk that required the key and his hand print. No…. we are not taking registrations early….. Keys jingled as he flipped the ring around. No….. there are no early tours of the place…… No…… we don’t need to fill any jobs at the moment…. Yes….we are really opening next month….. No….. we currently don’t need any suppliers… Fingers found the nondescript key as he kept walking, hoping the rattled spiel would appease.
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    Bakkhos Champion??

    Fuck he should have stayed between those thighs. This was insane! And it didn’t help that clearly Tom was "agitated". Was a moon coming? He wasn’t really good at keeping up with that. Toni usually reminded him. At least Tom got that this was insane….. right? I am honored that you would think of me, but may I ask why? The Family has many competent warriors...many of whom fighting is simply what they do. What brought your attention to me? Mouth nearly gaped open at the Capo. Honored?.... he didn’t exactly sound like he was going to push back on this asinine plan. The head slid out of the chair with the fluidity of a feline, last of the liquor slipping between his lips before walking to the bar. Gaspari:…. They don’t need it….. you do….. As Gaspari set the glass into the sink behind the bar the Senior Capo was trying to digest this comment, dark Italian eyes flicking to Tom with a faint quirk of the brow. Needed it? That put a different spin. He should have known Gaspari had an "angle" here. Matteo was normally fairly observant. He knew the lycanthropes had a tough time near the full moon. But Tom wasn’t the only lycan the family was harboring….so why him. Brow remained faintly furrowed as hands shoved into the pockets of the dark slacks, gaze flicking back to Gaspari. So let's say we do this……. Ya know might turn int'a constant head hunt…….people comin' outta the woodwork to take 'im on. He already knew this was a done deal. Gaspari wouldn’t have drug him out of bed in the dead of night if it was a discussion. Fuck. Hip moved to perch on a stool at the bar, gaze flicking to Tom again as head shook slightly. Might bleed into every day huntin' him too… not just in the arena. Bring the crazies right to our doors. He knew Gaspari had thought of all this. But damn it needed to be said aloud. Gaspari:....yep And with that the head of Bakkhos grinned, saluted faintly "good night" and headed to the back offices leaving the Senior Capo frowning at the Capo. Shit this was fucked up.
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    Nighttime is Playtime

    Phone slid from his tailored slack after feeling the vibration, seeing the message a faint smile played at his lips. Tom was too worried. The club was clean, there was nothing to hide. Still. Phone slid away as the gaze lifted to see who he was talking about. It took him a minute but he spotted the women just as Tom slid up beside them. He knew her…. Detective….something….crap he was bad with names. Gaspari was always getting on him for that. It had been a couple years back at Leo's murder… he had been cut in pieces and put into wet cement only whoever had done it hadn't taken the time to be sure the body parts were pushed down and when the construction crew showed up in the morning there was a hand with an sleek watch still peeking out of their freshly hardened parking lot. Matteo had been called because the watch had the image of the club on the back. The Detective never had a chance to solve the murder…Bakkhos took care of it. No one fucked with family. Still he had played the part of concerned employer and followed up with her a few times over the next several months to see if she had any leads before finally it all dried up. Fuck what was her name again? Walking over he couldn’t help but smirk at the poor shmuck that had caught Angel's attention. He was thinking he was getting ass tonight… she was thinking he wouldn’t be leaving on his own power tonight. He nearly made the bar when everyone's attention moving caused him to look to the door as well. Well fuck me….. Words murmured on his lips. What the hell was the liquor store lady doing here? She wanted something. Or…… boys were still sniffing. If that was the case heads were going to roll. He didn’t give a shit if Gaspari was away, his word still stood. Seeing Tom take the lead with her, he decided the bar it was. Though not before looking the woman over. She fit in at the club, moreso than most there. The club was a throwback to the discos of the late 60s early 70s and her classic style slid authentically in. Derrick always did that too. With that long unfussed hair and feminine black jumpsuit with the plunging neckline, she always looked like she had slid out of a 70s club magazine when she was working Bakkhos. Moving through the empty crowd he set his empty class on the bar for Ari as he leaned an elbow on the counter beside Wynn. Devilishly genuine smile shared with her and her sister. Its Detective isn't it?
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    Nighttime is Playtime

    The blond had a stiletto dangling ankle rubbing up his calf, his lips quirking upward as he gave a little shake "no" of his head. He picked up his glass from the bar, nodding to Ari who had refilled his whiskey. Leaning down he put a slow kiss on the blond's cheek, lips passing near her ear. Some other time Libby promise…. on duty tonight… With that he slipped out of her clutches. Libby was a good fuck but too clingy. The Capo shifted through the crowd of partygoers dressed in their best cocktail attire. It was good to see Bakkhos living again. Grin smirked upward at the beauties that came to show off their assets, splashing in their bikinis in the hot tub. Glass was lifted towards them as they drank from their own crystal before he moved towards the balcony. The air outside was bitterly cold but the balcony was littered with heaters, towers of flames that bathed the spaces in warmth, though still in places one was whisked over by the frigid air. It was a stimulating experience that many reveled in as they lounged near the outdoor bars. Pushing through the well wishers he small talked as he glanced to make eye contact with Toni just long enough to ensure there was no funny business going on yet in the club. Satisfied he shook hands with the old regular who was gushing he was so happy they were open again. Thanking him he nodded and made his way back inside. Opening night was proving to be a big success.
  19. Matteo Carducci

    Nighttime is Playtime

    He spent the last forty minutes checking all the security for the club. They had a steel monitor room behind the bar only staff could enter with their security key. It had a screen for all of the thirty five cameras that were hidden in every corner of Bakkhos; nothing happened here without eyes on it. Considering how much damage the hotel had suffered during the bloody moon, he was impressed that everything seemed to be going smoothly for their re-opening. Nine bouncers was a bit of overkill for Bakkhos but for a first night where they were not sure about what crowd would be coming it seemed appropriate. Two manned the door, tonight everyone was getting a pat down and weapons would be "held" until they left, all the signage had warned people so frankly if they were dumb enough to try there was a good chance they wouldn’t be let in. The rest of the muscle couldn't be discerned from the regular patrons. Angel was great for that, sexy woman at the bar was never suspected of being a bouncer. By the time he had checked everything the rest of the crew were already there and dressed for the occasion, music beginning to thump rhythmically through the empty space as the dying sun gave way to the glow of the bubbling spas and ambient lighting. Hey Alessia… He kissed the older woman on the cheek that was presented him. She was a beautiful woman who had earned a fair amount of respect in the family. When the club was in normal operations she was more its manager than hostess. She made sure everything, and everyone, was perfect. NPC: Evening Matty. Got everythin' set then? Yes maam… He offered a big grin as he was hit in the chest. She didn’t like to be treated like she was pushing up the average age of Bakkhos. Glance to his watch said it was time as did a glance to the small screen hidden behind the bar that showed the line behind the velvet rope was already elongated to the exclusive elevator. Showtime. He nodded to Vinny at the door who dropped the steel bolts from the ceiling and swung the heavy wood door outward to grin at Gino standing like a golem in front of the impatient crowd. Time to let in the masses and have a little fun. ((OOC - THREAD NOW OPEN TO THE PUBLIC!! )) THINGS TO KNOW: Bakkos Club is upscale- cocktail chic or swimsuit (not getting in w/ ripped tee & jeans ) All are checked for weapons by the two bouncers at the door for this opening night Smoking on the large balcony only Don’t abuse the NPCs People around: Ari - Main Bartender - http://resonancerp.com/index.php?/index.html/characters/canons/bakkhos-ny-ari-lin-r390/ Alessia - Hostess (directs to different areas and checks on people) - http://resonancerp.com/index.php?/index.html/characters/canons/bakkhos-ny-alessia-nicosia-r680/ Tony - Hidden Bouncer - http://resonancerp.com/index.php?/index.html/characters/canons/bakkhos-ny-anthony-toni-bazzini-r681/ Angel - Hidden Bouncer - http://resonancerp.com/index.php?/index.html/characters/canons/bakkhos-ny-angeline-angel-vitale-r395/
  20. Matteo Carducci

    Tee minus 2 days and counting........

    Hope that works… Smirk lit up the Capo's eyes. The lycan was such a glum guss and he just couldn’t help himself when it came to teasing the man. Well I can aim fer yer balls if ya think that'll work better. He was pleased the man took the doubled order in stride. He really didn’t need anymore problems to arise on this damn opening. He wanted to push it back.. everything in him said push it back… just two weeks even… to get their shit in order. But Gaspari had set a date and Bakkhos lived up to their commitments. Tom's gutteral laugher was met with a chuckle of his own. It was a rare thing to hear the grump guss let go like that. Thanks, I think. I'm not THAT old! Hey…. least didn’t compare ya to Carmine… Now THERE was an old goat. Conversation turned to Angel. Woman would probably do it but hold his proverbial dick in her hand after until she decided what she wanted in return. Oh, she'll collect. Don’t you worry. Groan murmured in his chest as Tom seemed to voice what he was thinking. It was a really good… and really bad idea…. for totally different reasons. I'll make sure everything is in order for the fights...only wish you'd schedule these things for when I'm not a liability. Clap on his shoulder was taken in stride. He was kinda used to the grumpy lycan. 'ey….blame that shit on Gaspari…. swear he does this shit to stress me. He has Family comin' in from Italy and wants t' show them a good time while they're here… so he tosses a date with no regard for work to get us there. Hand rubbed over his features with a mutter in his chest. I mean I get it… but it’s a pain in my ass!
  21. Satyr Stadium - August 28th - 4pm @Thomas (Tom) Gallo Delay….after delay……after fucking delay. Head hit the wall gently as he stood in the large office trying to stay awake. He had been up for three days trying to make the September first grand opening. It had been one nightmare delay after another. First the sewer backed up into the public restrooms, then the southern stadium that had required the most repair after the Nevus event developed a major crack in the foundation that had to be reconstructed. Then the first cage had blown up in a mild field test requiring it to be fully rebuilt. Then the damn city government refused to pass the cage until it was "properly" tested. Which wasn’t a "bad" thing in the end as it revealed the damn thing would fail in an all out altered battle and put the audience at danger. That had led to a week of re-engineering and hired magic users crawling all over his stadium to rebuild the cage. Then it still didn’t get clearance until he agreed to remove the lower seating rows and encased the first cage with a second safety cage. Joey had snuck into the doorway so quietly he had almost missed him, brow quirked up at the sheepish expression the lycanthrope was wearing. Wha'? NPC:…um…. so Gray's dry run last night…. Yeeeah..? Eyes narrowed slightly not liking the hesitation in the guys voice. The dry run he had not authorized… the one where she just showed up at the stadium at 2am and somehow sweet talked the head of security then lit the sound system up like a beacon to another fucking dimension. Derrick had come back from Egypt just… pissed. He had almost crossed her about the attitude but a single look from Gaspari had told him to back the fuck off. Something was up with the head of Bakkhos' guard dog and the head would have no one looking at her wrong at the moment. Wasn’t like he disliked the woman. Hell she had saved their asses on too many occasions to count. But something about her since that trip felt feral… on the edge of out of control. NPC: …ya…well….. the session sort of… blew out the in stadium speakers of the north section. Head hit the wall again as the laugh came out with a bit more hysterical edge than intended. Of course it did. Hands rubbed over his features as his head hit the wall a bit harder, peek over at Joey warning that the man was wondering if he was losing his mind. This time the chuckle sounded more like the Capo's usual self. Ok, Joey. Let's get the engineerin' crew out here to fix 'em. Tell 'em we gotta amp up the intensity they can withstand. Rewire 'em… replace 'em… don’t give a shit but they need to handle….more. NPC: Boss? Trust me on this one. What she intends to play will…..just…. they need to handle more. He had come to investigate the silent alarm she missed disarming and when he got there… it had been earth shattering to listen to. He always knew she could really play but this had been…. a whole new level. Old school metal, rock at an intensity and skill that put the original artists to shame. Unlike the sultry sound she elicited in Bakkhos, this had been the kind of music to whip a crowd at a cage fight into an absolute frenzy. He wasn’t entirely sure the damn place would be left standing after the fucking opening number let alone the actual match. One more thing to fix before they opened in TWO days. 'ey Joey…. Tom was still on for delivery tonight right? NPC: Far as I know he was. At 5. 'kay….thanks. As Joey headed out to make the calls, he walked to the massive wall of windows that overlooked the stadium. It was the best view of the massive caged arena. The office was on the upper ring, above the private boxes, a luxury suite that had been converted with bullet proof glass and a steel door to ensure security. He preferred to be in the fray with his people, the office was more for when Gaspari or the other Bosses were there, but it had come in handy the last few days for naps between overseeing stocking, construction and the never ending minutia of preparations.
  22. Matteo Carducci

    Nighttime is Playtime

    huh..?....oh... eight... Glance to his watch quirked a brow. So little under forty minutes now..... Pushing from the bar he adjusted the hems of his blazer sleeves down over the cuffs of his shirt. He had to represent after all, Gaspari wouldn't be here for the re-opening. Need to make 'nother round of reviews on the security cams an' make sure we got all our muscle here. Brow quirked at the older man. ....ya stayin'?
  23. Matteo Carducci

    Nighttime is Playtime

    "Yeah...she didn't seem too pleased about it either. She did give me her card, though. Offered to pilot for business or pleasure." Brow quirked slightly at the last, watching the faint shake of the head. Was Tom taken with the woman? That could be….complicated. Though truth be told he was impressed someone caught the Lycan's attention. He always seemed so….stiff. Guy needed to get laid more. Of course the older man was likely to say the senior Capo needed to get laid less. The thought drew a hint of a smile behind the glass as he sipped his drink. "If our boys are sniffing around there, they should stop...especially if Gaspari has already spoken to it. Sounds like she is trying to broker a friendly relationship with Bakkhos. Even someone as bold as she recognizes when someone makes a better ally than enemy." Wonder if that’s all she recognizin'…. It was said more to himself than the older man. Head turned at the soft clank of steel door in its frame. Eyeing the back hall to see the petite Asian stride in, her leather jacket slung over a shoulder, pausing only long enough to assess who was at the bar before pushing past Matteo behind it. NPC: you in my way Matty… Chuckle came as he moved out from behind the bar. Ari liked to get her bar set up ahead of time so it wasn’t surprising to see her. They were getting close to opening. I will talk to Lucky… make sure his boys aint bein' stupid round her place. Finishing his glass he slid it towards Ari, her fingers deftly catching it and vanishing the dirty dishware below the bar once more.
  24. Matteo Carducci

    Tee minus 2 days and counting........

    "I agree. I think I might stay in town anyway though. I'll be ok as long as the sun is up...especially with Roderick around to keep me this side of sane. I'll do all that I can with Thyrsus to keep Satyr's opening going as smoothly as possible." Nod was faint, hint of a shrug in his shoulders. Your call t' stay… but you try 'n bite me and gonna put a bullet in yer ass… The twinkle in his eyes was clearly teasing before the lips smirked upward while he drank from his glass. Buzz in his pocket drew an eye roll.. the expression clearly one of "what now?" Ya… He listened a moment. Well… we'll make it work. Phone slid shut as he sighed, hand scratching the back of his neck. Gonna hold ya to that promise for Thyrsus to keep us openin' right. Looks like word got out finally. We at double expected attendance. Gonna need to double that original order. Phone was rolled around in his palm while he joked about getting Angel in on the action. "Yeah, but ending the night with a Bakkhos squash might inspire the right sort of feelings in others inspire them to send their best next time instead of holding out. As long as the action doesn't spill out into the audience...I believe that'd be the perfect way to end the night." This time the chuckle was deep and whole-hearted. I swear ya sound more like Lucky every day… Lucky was big on "Bakkhos must be respected and feared"… moreso than Gaspari. But behind the smile it was clear the wheels were turning. Dark eyes focused beyond the bulletproof windows. Tom had a point. Phone slid open again, autodial hit leaving him waiting for the inevitable digital answering machine. Angel never picked up. 'ey Angel. Need a favor… gimme a call back tonight wouldya. He shrugged and offered a half smile to Tom. …will owe her a pound of flesh later am sure. By the way... turns out Gaspari be in for the openin' so gonna need extra of the good stuff stocked in the VIP suite.
  25. Matteo Carducci

    Nighttime is Playtime

    Smile lingered as the older man finally broke his grouch expression with a genuine smile. The lycan was too serious, it was rare to see him loosen up. "Yeah, I have. She's…something." Brow lifted at the man as he poured himself a drink. Wasn’t like the lycan to be impressed by anyone either. Oh..? “On the surface, it seemed like she was paying up to earn some good will because her next question was rather abrupt. Apparently, she owns an air strip and some of our boys were sniffin’ around there. I told her to ask you about it if she were concerned. Which reminds me…she ever get ahold of you?” Head was shaking slowly as he idly scratched his chin. Must be the old strip on the north side. We'd seen lot of activity last six months or so. Didn't think much of it but you know Lucky… convinced someone was musclin' in. Had some of his guys pokin' around till Gaspari told him to back off. Gaspari be pissed if Lucky still got 'em goin' out there. The older man's chuckle drew a raised brow from the Senior Capo. “I don’t know how to feel about this one just yet. Part of me thinks she’d be a worthwhile ally…or a real pain in the—” The nod came with a knowing grin. Pain in the ass…. all women are. The glass was about at his lips when it paused with the older man's attention moving to the masquerading Sheut. “Mythos. Do you know an Eris London? I think the two of you have quite a bit in common." Brow lifted at the Sheut - his circle? Not surprisingly the vagabond didn’t seem to be paying much attention, the blink at Gallo accompanied by a shrug with a shake of his head seemed honest enough. As much as Mythos was gone he wasn’t really surprised he didn’t know the woman. Did Gallo know about the vamps? Truth was the Senior Capo wasn’t sure. Mythos was the only one he knew of in the Family and they didn’t go around advertising his unusual "situation". The fact that Mythos was overseas a lot also meant it wasn’t hard to "hide" his unique infection. But Lycan tended to have stronger senses that could decipher people's secrets. Was that woman one too? Now this woman was suddenly interesting ….and dangerous. Glass was sipped thoughtfully. How much longer ya got on the repairs?

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