08-29-2018, 08:06 PM
"Journalism is good... I know quite a few journalists... Reporters, things of that nature... If you ever wanted an internship at a news broadcasting company - I might be able to swing it..." Aryin said with a light smile on his face.
Aryin paused at Larry's next words, stopping mid-pace and staring at the wall "Sarcasm was lost on me, a long time ago..." his voice dark, and rather cryptic "I know that hurting other's isn't fun... Believe me, been there done that at least a dozen times - Got the shirt, all that jazz." he waved his hand aimlessly, spun around on his heel and downed yet another shot of the whiskey, allowing Larry to refill the shot glass again.
He snorted though, at Larry's assumption that it was meant to be a merry night "The night is hardly done... Wait until my father starts taking requests from those here... You know, just like in the movie The Godfather; except... My dad does it for anyone who gets married here - And if you're blood related? Pfft..." he shook his head and took one more shot before setting the glass down.
"If I take anymore shots, I'm gonna be drunk off my ass and either have to be poured into a cab or stay here - neither of those things would look good for me." But, Aryin sat down anyway and held his shot glass out to be refilled - So, he was a little down and wanted to wash his troubles away; what could seriously go wrong? Just because he was an outcast to the mafia, they still would not do anything to harm him, his father made that rule very clear a long time ago when Aryin went to the Police Academy.
"You don't just get handed the luxury, Larry... You do actually have to work for it... and it takes time, skill, and a lot of damn energy to do it..." he said and then sighed quietly "I hated growing up here, in this home, with all the 'family business' taking place... Things happened at night that no kid should ever know about." Aryin took a deep breath and wished he could just drown in the bottle of whiskey instead of take a shot here and there "Have you ever heard a man's fingers being snapped in half, Larry?"
Aryin paused at Larry's next words, stopping mid-pace and staring at the wall "Sarcasm was lost on me, a long time ago..." his voice dark, and rather cryptic "I know that hurting other's isn't fun... Believe me, been there done that at least a dozen times - Got the shirt, all that jazz." he waved his hand aimlessly, spun around on his heel and downed yet another shot of the whiskey, allowing Larry to refill the shot glass again.
He snorted though, at Larry's assumption that it was meant to be a merry night "The night is hardly done... Wait until my father starts taking requests from those here... You know, just like in the movie The Godfather; except... My dad does it for anyone who gets married here - And if you're blood related? Pfft..." he shook his head and took one more shot before setting the glass down.
"If I take anymore shots, I'm gonna be drunk off my ass and either have to be poured into a cab or stay here - neither of those things would look good for me." But, Aryin sat down anyway and held his shot glass out to be refilled - So, he was a little down and wanted to wash his troubles away; what could seriously go wrong? Just because he was an outcast to the mafia, they still would not do anything to harm him, his father made that rule very clear a long time ago when Aryin went to the Police Academy.
"You don't just get handed the luxury, Larry... You do actually have to work for it... and it takes time, skill, and a lot of damn energy to do it..." he said and then sighed quietly "I hated growing up here, in this home, with all the 'family business' taking place... Things happened at night that no kid should ever know about." Aryin took a deep breath and wished he could just drown in the bottle of whiskey instead of take a shot here and there "Have you ever heard a man's fingers being snapped in half, Larry?"
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