[Sam260]

Aryin eyed the server as he passed around the first course for the evening - he saw the Family 'mark' on the man's left arm and sighed.  There was no way the guy would go for a guy like Aryin; unless... He possibly didn't know about Aryin's career, and maybe Aryin could spin a tale about who he was.  But did he want to lie to yet another guy, tell him what he wasn't as opposed to what he was?  Aryin shrugged off the thoughts mentally and ate the Pasta on his plate slowly, though he continued to watch the new guy - His father said that he went by Larry.

Aryin thought that Larry was definitely polite, although he had definitely been to enough family functions to know that that was how new members were expected to act.  He hated how his father used his newer soldiers as mere servants, and if he could change that - he would, but... what was a cop on the outside of the Mafia supposed to do?  Arrest his own father?  Unlikely.

Aryin barely finished his pasta and excused himself from the table, dabbing at his mouth to get whatever lingering sauce may have been present.  He grabbed his wine glass and stood up, searching the large yard for Larry's location - he spotted the man rather quickly and smiled; he was heading into the kitchen - perfect opportunity for Aryin to see what this new guy was about.

Aryin followed at a slower pace, unbuttoning his blazer jacket as he entered the kitchen.  "Excuse me, but do you possibly have something... stronger than this?" Aryin tossed the question out to the kitchen staff - although it was mostly bare, just the Chef who was preparing for the second course of dinner to be put on plates; a few caterers who were just out of earshot from Aryin's question; and of course, Larry was there as well.