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James DeSilvio

Action speaks louder than words but not nearly as often.

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a character in “Corolla Hills”, originally authored by RubyBlue, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first.


Full Name: James Thomas DeSilvio
Nickname(s): Mr. DeSilvio, James or if you’re close perhaps Jim
Age: 33
Date of Birth: January 11th
Education: Graduated from college with an M.B.A. in Business and Finance.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Hometown: Corolla Hills
Class: Quite Wealthy
Occupation: James owns Omega and DeSilvio’s running them both with an iron fist though he prefers to spend the majority of his time at Omega.





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Likes:
+Money
+Being Successful
+Women
+Drinking
+Smoking
+Stimulating conversation
+Music
+Watching people enjoy themselves in his establishments.
+People with a dark sense of humor like his own.
Dislikes:
+Being Taken Advantage of
+People with no sense of punctuality
+Losing Money
+Not getting what he wants.
+Cheap Suits
+Cheap Women
Quirks:
James is extremely superstitious, though he tends to act on them surreptitiously. Throwing salt over his shoulder, picking up pennies and keeping all hats off the bed at all time. He also has the tendency to look at himself whenever he passes a mirror. Some might call it vain he merely thinks it’s best to be aware of your appearance. Wouldn't want to walk around a mess for hours, would you?
Fears: Failure, Losing the businesses his father left to him and being a general all around loser.
Skills: James possesses no particular skills like singing or dancing though he modeled when he was in college for extra cash. Has quite a handle on numbers and figures and is an excellent accountant. Remarkably charismatic and warm, something he learned from his father and why people still frequent his restaurant and club.
Romance: James is currently single but is always open to new romantic entanglements and he has a tendency to be attracted to women younger than he is.
Thoughts on the Auditore Family: Our families have been in business for years, just as we have been with the Sarinelli clan. The DeSilvio’s take no sides in any sort of feud, instead preferring to benefit in whatever way we can from it. I do count Mr. Auditore as a friend and as for the rest of the family, some of them work for me and they do an excellent job and the rest aren't really my problem.

Thoughts on the Sarinelli Family: My relationship with the Sarinelli clan is not quite such a close one as with their rivals, though there have been times when our families have worked together towards mutual benefit.


Personality:
James is straightforward, business minded and at times quite serious. He can be intimidating even when he doesn't mean to be due to his large stature and the occasional sarcastic remark. Not to say that he doesn't like to have fun, as a matter of fact that’s what drives him. His family business is all about giving people an experience, an experience that they would come back over and over for. This is when James’ innate charisma and ability to put people at ease comes in handy. He can be full of smiles and handshakes as he walks through his restaurant and greets tables personally, but he can also be quite a demanding boss. Never yelling or blowing up at his employees, James’ instead cultivates a cold and dismissive tone with those that have displeased him. Some might call him an asshole; he’d say that’s just smart business.

History:
James was born the only child of Italian born Francisco DeSilvio and Norwegian Ingrid Clausen, who met while students at university. Deciding to forgo their home countries they made a home in Corolla Hills where they wanted to start a big family and put down roots. Frank DeSilvio was a smart man with a good head for business and with some help from a few friends started his own restaurant where James had his first job as a bus boy when he was eleven. While his father was prone to be loud and boisterous his mother was the complete opposite. Always calm, cool and collected. It is her who James takes after the most, physically and personality wise as well.

Their family was definitely close-knit seeing as how it was only ever the three of them. After years of trying to give James a little sister or brother the DeSilvio’s decided it was best to focus on their one and only son instead of pining for what could have been. Knowing this, James always felt that he had to push himself a little harder, do a little better to make up for the fact that he was all they had. All of their hopes and dreams were riding on his shoulders and the last thing he ever wanted to do was to let them down.

After high school James left Corolla Hills and went away to attend college on the east coast. Determined to not have to ask his parents for anything he put himself through school by taking out massive loans, getting grants, odd jobs and doing the occasional modeling job. After graduating with a degree in both business and finance, James took a job in New York City at a prestigious insurance company. Even though he was doing what he went to school for he was thoroughly unsatisfied, finding his job to be boring and mundane and the people he worked with…even more so. He was finding that he was missing home and most of all missing his family.

After a series of failed relationships and setbacks in his career James decided he would come back to Corolla Hills and nurse his wounds. It was soon after he arrived home that his father passed away suddenly from a massive heart attack. Suddenly what had once been a vacation from the real world had suddenly turned into James becoming the owner of two businesses in a town that he hadn't visited in over five years. Not to mention caring for his grieving mother and trying to wrap his mind around the fact that his father was gone forever.

Knowing that his father had always wanted him to take over James stepped into his father’s role seamlessly. Though he wasn't as warm or forgiving he was still a generally decent person to work for. James knows that DeSilvio’s and Omega are his father’s legacy and he’d do anything to keep them viable. Currently he’s trying to inject a bit of youth into the venues. It was time to step into the 21st century and James would be the one to lead the way


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So begins...

James DeSilvio's Story

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The first thing the twenty six year old heard when she woke up in the morning was a loud creak of the wooden floor boards below her and who ever else was in her room. She knew exactly who it was seeing that She felt a small hand go on her arm, shaking her. Yet another attempt to wake up. She let out a groan before slowly opening her eyes and turning to the the side of her queen size bed to see her daughter with looking at her with her big doe eyes. She smiled at her daughter as she kissed her daughter's forehead and sat up in her bed, stretching her arms above her head with another small yawn. She looked at her daughter who was holding her cochlear implant in her right hand, waiting for her mother to get it ready. Her daughter wasn't completely deaf but she was close to it and she wanted her daughter to be able to grow up hearing. So, around the age of eight, her father paid for the implant that went around her ear and gave her the ability to hear like anyone else. But, that didn't stop and Ana, Colette, and her close family from learning sign language and sending her daughter to a special school just for the deaf and on top of that for a little girl, Colette was rather good at reading lips when the implant got uncomfortable around her ear. Anastacia wiped her eyes free of the sleep before letting her feet go over the right side of the bed before reaching out for the device. She smiled at her daughter before slipping the device on and speaking to her to make sure it was working, "Can you hear me, baby?" She asked with raised eyebrows before her ten year old nodded. "Thanks mom."

"No problem sweetie." She said before getting out of her bed, slipping on her slippers so her feet wouldn't touch the cold flooring. She watched as her daughter just went to her door before turning back around with an overly sweet smile; She wanted something. "Yes?" Ana said as she stopped from looking in her closet and turn the short brunette girl at her door. "Mommy, can I spend the night over uncle Felix's house to go play with Olivia and Tatiana? Please." And, there it was. The point, she had nothing against her twin brother. She adored him, his wife, and their two daughters but, she hated last minute plans. She sighed before looking down at the floor. "Please mom, I promise I'll be good and...and, I won't lose the implant or be disrespectful. And, I cleaned my room so you would say yes." Ana let out a smile as she walked over to the young girl with a pout on her face with big puppy god eyes. Ana got down to her level and held out her hand. "You promise?" She said with a raised eyebrow as she watched her daughter shake her head before hugging her mother after she said yes. The Russian woman watched as her baby rushed to her room to get her over night bag ready. The woman rolled her eyes before going back to her closet and began to pick out an outfit for the day. She looked out her door to hear and make sure that Colette was okay. She was protective... Sue her. After doing so she grabbed a pair of her skinny jeans that showed off her curves nicely without looking too... young.

She grabbed a white shirt and pink blazer out, tossing them alongside her new jeans. She then closed her door a bit for privacy while she slipped her nightgown off and tossed it in the hamper by her door. She then began to slip on her jeans, shirt, and blazer before looking at her reflection in the full length mirror in her room. She grabbed a pair of nude heels and slipped them one as she looked herself up and down. She turned to look at her curves before walking out of her room to the room around the corner, also known as "Princess Colette's room". Anastasia walked in and looked at her daughter's bag making sure she had everything; Pajamas, toothbrush, clothes for the next day, shoes, the other cochlear in case they ever somehow lost the other one, and of course, her iPod touch fulled to the core with mostly One Direction and Justin Bieber like most little girls. She grabbed the iHome on the dresser and put it in the bag, knowing she probably going to ask to stay more then just one day seeing that it was summer vacation. For her daughter at least, Ana was on the clock 24/7 except for two days, her daughter's birthday and Christmas. Those were the two days her work mode went off and her mommy mode went on all day.

Speaking of which, Ana looked at her phone looking at the time and tapped her daughter shoulder telling her it was time to go. "They're going to the mall right now, do you need any money?" She asked as she looked in her bag for her wallet, knowing her daughter was nodding. She gave the girl thirty dollars, slipping it in her purse as the power duo began to walk down the stairs carefully, not wanting to fall. When they made it down, Ana saw her cats, Gatsby and Daisy rushed towards their cat house. Knowing their owners are leaving. She grabbed her car keys and walked out right behind her daughter, closing the door behind them and opening the garage. She unlocked the car and slipped in the front as her daughter slipped in the passenger side. As they pulled away she watched her daughter turn back and watch their house get smaller before turning back around and turning on the radio. The whole time, Anastacia was talking on her Bluetooth as they drove to the restaurant.

As they pulled up and got out of the car, she looked and saw her brother right at the door with his family. As they walked up next to the group her two nieces hugged her legs and yelled. "Aunt Annie!" Ana let out a smile and hugged them back as she looked at her brother who looked exactly like her but in male form. "You'll make sure that she's okay. Right?" Her brother, Felix rolled his eyes and nodded. "Yes, I will. I'll get her something to eat at the mall." After a while of talking with the adults while the kids were listening to the radio. Ana watched as the drove away and walked back to her car, just to drive over to James' house not long after. She knocked on the door and crossed her arms around her chest as she waited for him to answer. She knew he was at home, it was too early for him to really be at one of her business unless he really wanted to watch families eat breakfast at his restaurant. She took out her phone and texted him.

James. Open your front door.

The Russian put her phone back in her purse and she bit her bottom lip as she thought of why she had to speak to her friend. She needed to lay everything out in the open, she needed the winks, flirty comments, and everything else he did to stop. She needed to focus on being his lawyer and his friend not just another girl he wanted to take to bed. Which she has told him many, many times before. Yet, it somehow never got through that thick skull of his.

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With a muffled moan James reached over to slap at his alarm and only lifted his head from beneath his blankets when he realized it was his phone making the obnoxious sound that was ringing through his skull. He’d definitely had a bit a too much to drink last night, James tended to indulge every now and again and bourbon happened to be his drink of choice. As a matter of fact he could still taste it. Rising from his king size bed he blearily stumbled to his pants crumpled on the floor and ripped his phone from the pocket and silenced the beeping that wouldn't stop until he read his text.

James. Open your front door.


It was from Anastasia. Furrowing his blond brows he tried to come up with a reason why he might be in trouble with his lawyer. Oh, God he thought. Something had happened at Omega or DeSilvio’s and she was coming to deliver the bad news. Taking pains to pull on a pair of track pants he usually reserved for the gym, and to run a toothbrush over his teeth, he stalked to the front door and unlatched the lock before retreating to the kitchen to start his coffee maker. Moving silently and efficiently around the small kitchen that came in the small condominium that he’d purchased when he’d gotten back into town, he took down two mugs and grabbed cream from the fridge along with a bottle of water. Grabbing aspirin from the bottle he kept in the junk drawer he downed three of them and chugged the water, trying his best to make himself as coherent as possible before Anastasia could start. Of course he probably should have put a shirt on, but at this point his head was pounding so hard he really didn’t care how she saw him.

He and Anastasia had been working together for two years, and became friends along the way. James trusted her, something he didn't give out freely or without reason. There was something about Anastasia that drew him to her, and even if she did turn him down for dinner at least once a week he didn't think it affected their relationship one way or the other. Just because he was nearly six and half feet tall, a successful businessman and a former model doesn’t mean that every woman would find him attractive and want to spend time with him. Although if you asked James he knew that Anastasia was fond of him, perhaps even more so than she realized.

Yawning and pouring himself a cup of coffee he took a sip and immediately winced at the temperature while inwardly cursing himself as an idiot. What was the definition of insanity again? To repeat the same action expecting a different result each time? Every morning he scalded his tongue because he had no patience, and perhaps it was a bit insane to keep flirting with Anastasia when she rarely even gave a hint that she noticed.

Wandering back into his living room, James plopped his large frame into the sleek, black, leather armchair that faced his front door and waited for the bad news that was inevitable. His mind raced over the hundreds of awful things that could have happened. Of course something would happen the one night he took some time away to visit a bar that he didn’t actually own, but James found it strange to be inebriated around his staff and knew that there was no way he’d be able to get drunk at Omega and retain any kind of respect. Draining his coffee mug, he ran a large hand through his blond hair, still wild from sleep and prayed silently that no one had served a minor, or that there hadn't been some kind of bar brawl because the last thing he wanted to do was pay a fine, get shut down or have to deal with an insurance company. Of course that’s why he had a lawyer.

"So what's the bad news? Let's get it over with?" He asked dryly, looking up at Anastasia with eyes still swollen from sleep.




Dante Sarinelli


Dante folded his arms over his chest and watched the touching scene unfold between his mother and sister and wanted nothing more than to say his goodbyes and head for the beach, with a small smile plastered onto his face he was momentarily taken aback by arrival of Rayna. Immediately his nerves began to sing and it took everything within him to not throw an arm around his girlfriend and proclaim to everyone that they were together. Pretending wasn't something he tended to be good at.

Waving a greeting to Rayna, Jayson and Talia he grinned broadly at the younger girls and did his best not make too much of the fact that his girlfriend was hugging his brother while all he got was a distant hey. Of course it’s what they’d agreed upon and it really made the most sense. If they didn't get caught at least. Neither one of them was the type to try and involve anyone in their private business nor Dante’s family were nothing if not opinionated so when all was said and done it was best to keep it all on the hush hush.

As he listened to the small group socialize, their chattering beginning to sound like a buzzing in his ears he was brought back to attention by Rayna’s plea for a ride home. Being smart enough to realize that this was his opening, Dante made a showing of looking at the time on his phone and shrugging nonchalantly. “I wouldn't mind giving you a ride, I guess. I was on my way to get a haircut. Mother would die if I showed up looking like this for dinner.” He said with a snarky grin as he wrapped an arm around his visibly unentertained mother. Dante knew that she was angry at him for not doing as she asked this morning and her wrath would probably grow if he didn't do as she asked by the time they were due for dinner and while he was out he might as well spend as much time with Rayna as he possibly could. At least time where they didn't have to pretend that they were barely friends.

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As Ana waited for James to open the front door to let her in, she began to look through her phone text messages. Most from her boss, who kept giving her cases to do just because most of the others at the firm weren't as... reliable as her. She sighed and rolled her eyes, knowing that she could't just say no. She need that job. She was about to slip her phone back in her bag right as she saw a message from her best friend, Rayna. As she read over it she started to think if she had anything else to do for the day other then talk to James who really needed to hurry up, Anastasia was never a patient woman when she had something on her mind. She quickly replied to her friend before slipping the black IPhone into her purse.

Absolutely. :) I just need to have a talk with James first.

After a brief moment of waiting and tapping her foot on the cement she finally heard the door make a loud "click" sound. "Finally" She said in her head as she opened the door and walked into the condo. She closed the door behind her and looked at James who was shirtless and laying in his black leather chair. She looked him up and down before seeing the look in his eyes. She was very observant and she could tell by just looking at him that he was suffering from a hangover. She looked at him as he quickly began to talk to her, "So what's the bad news? Let's get it over with?" She gave him a small smile as she walked to his kitchen and grabbed the mug that was set out by coffee maker. Once pouring the coffee, she turned towards James and walked into the living room to a chair next to his. Sitting down, she crossed her legs and put the coffee down before speaking. "Will you relax? Nothing happened last night, if something did I would have found out and called you in the middle of the night. Why? Because I am your lawyer, someone who is here to keep your ass out of trouble. No if's, and's or but's." She said in a reassuring tone as she looked at him, trying her hardest to keep her light brown eyes connected with his green ones and not let her eyes slip down to look at his bare chest. When she looked away from him and looked at her tapping foot, a habit she did whenever she had something on her mind that was being a slight thorn in her side.

The Russian let out and sigh before looking back at him and clearing her throat. "But, there is something we have to talk about, James. And we need to talk about it now." She told him before continuing. "For the past two years we have work together and became good friends, really good friends in my opinion. Which is exactly where we need to stay in order to keep this going." She told him with her voice growing a bit more demanding, like she did when she was on the job. Then again, she was always on the job. She got up and began pacing, something that she did whenever she had to think about what to say in order not to step on too many toes. "Trust me, I have thought about it... a lot. But, unlike you I have other things that I need to think and care about first like my daughter and my job. I need to focus on those two things and having a relationship with a man who will probably find another girl within the next few days is only going to remove that focus on those two things." After she said it, she knew she was wrong. James wasn't like that, if he was like that he wouldn't have asked Anastasia out to dinner at least once a week for the past two years, that takes persistence. Something that made her attracted to him even more, not that she would ever tell him that or anyone else for that matter. In all honesty, the only person who knew about Ana's feelings for James was Rayna.

She stopped her pacing and looked at James, sighing. "James, I know you're flirting just to flirt and that I'm probably over-reacting about the whole thing but, I think that if we did end up trying. We would find out that it was a mistake and that's a chance I'm not willing to take." She told him as she looked at him, waiting for a reaction... Anything. The best thing would happen would be him agreeing with her and have them move on from this awkward conversation. At least that's what she kept telling herself. Maybe her Rayna was right, maybe she was afraid of relationships, I mean Ray had told her that ever since Ana let the cat out of the bag a little over a year ago. And maybe she was correct, not that she would ever admit it.

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Alex walked into Omega in high spirits. That night would no doubt be filled with plenty of the graduates using fake IDs to get alcohol, but she wasn't one to pass judgement for such an offense. She could already hear Shawn, the main DJ at the club, running through a few of the songs before the club actually opened for later. She was there simply to take inventory so that James didn't metaphorically smack her on the ass for it later. She hoped that Greyson would take her advice; she had heard from Shawn that the night before had been ridiculous and had told her oldest brother to take the day off. She'd clear everything up with James, as she usually did. Not that he ever really bothered to argue with her. Trying to argue with her about her decisions with her family was like throwing peas at a brick wall. It yielded no results. Except that you wasted peas.

She tossed her bag in the small employee lounge right next to the entry hallway of the club and went on into the main room. Her hips moved automatically with the beat of the song that Shawn was trying out, and the loud Jamaican let out one of his signature boisterous and contagious laughs.

"You were born dancin' out of te' womb, I tell ya'!" He said. Somehow his voice managed to carry through all the other noise blasting from the surround-sound speakers set up strategically around the massive room. Alex smiled at him as she did a small slide over the counter of the bar.

"Must have been pretty painful, then!" She shouted back as the music faded away. Shawn hopped down from his DJ stand, and slid a USB drive into the pocket of his cargo shorts. He walked over to the bar, with no less than a few steps and spin on the way, singing to himself quietly. His hair was close-cut and he had a rather oversized hat covering his skull. He wore a baggy sweatshirt emblazoned with a puma and tan cargo shorts, the outfit complete by white hi-top Nikes.

"Ya', well, I would'n know anytan' about dat'," He leaned forward with his forearms on the counter, his dark eyes on Alex's back while she picked up a tablet from under the counter. She was thankful that James had made the switch from clipboards to electronics long before; she didn't have her pen with her. Shawn watched absentmindedly as she went through the bar's large stock of liquers and liquors. She smiled as the words popped into her head.

Once finished with the inventory she noted only one thing wrong and set the tablet down. Sliding her phone out of her back pocket she was greeted with the all-too-familiar "Slide to Unlock" prompt. Following it she quickly tapped in her passcode and began to scroll down her contacts.

Tapping on the one that read "James DeTakeAChillPill" she put the phone to her ear and listened to the obnoxious ringing while Shawn played with his thumb.






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"Sonuva' fucking BITCH!" Haley yelled out and leapt back from under the hood of the Ford SUV she was working on. Her pair of pliers went flying off to the side and she cradled her left hand. Somehow, from some magical place in the abyss that was the beat-up engine of the SUV from hell, a thin wire had snapped. Out at her. And made a nice, neat, surgical cut about 3 centimeters along the back of her left hand. She glared back down into the engine, narrowing her eyes at the offending machine. Everyone said cars couldn't have feelings; she begged to differ, as they often tried to injure her in more way than one in what seemed like revenge for her going inside their most precious areas. In hindsight, the entire idea seemed rather vulgar if one had such a dirty mind. But she didn't care right now. She simply leaned against the side of the counter behind her and wrapped her hand in clean gauze that she had made sure to go buy after the third bleeding injury she sustained in the shop. Now all she had to worry about was that nomadic guy that had showed up the one time coming back up again. Not that she remembered his name.

It must have been Jake or something.

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James watched Anastasia as she paced around nervously trying to explain to him that apparently he was wasting his time and hers both by trying to pursue her. This hadn't been quite what he’d been expecting when he saw her text this morning and he wasn't quite sure how he was supposed to take it. Should he be insulted? Or relieved that it was out there and she wanted no part of it? In all honesty he felt a bit annoyed. Remaining silent he merely rolled his eyes when she mentioned all of her responsibilities. Rising from his chair, he walked past her to the kitchen to refill his coffee mug and to give himself a moment to think.

“I know you have responsibilities Ana, we both do. You know that. You have a kid, I've got my widowed, ailing mother who has a million things she needs done around her house. According to her, God blessed her with a son because he knew she needed someone to change light bulbs for her. “Running a hand over his face, James sighed in frustration and moved to stand in front of his lawyer. “I’m not saying they’re the same thing at all. I’m just saying we all have things we need to do, people to take care of, but shouldn't we take care of ourselves too?” He said plainly, his eyes meeting hers as he lifted an eyebrow suggestively

Grinning now he slipped back into his chair and admired the woman before him appreciatively. “It’s not like I’m asking you to marry me, Price. I just wanted to buy you dinner, we can go dutch if you like, or not at all I suppose if dinner is too much of a commitment.“James finished with an elegant shrug of his shoulders, finding himself disappointed at the prospect of not flirting with Anastasia anymore which usually took up at least a few hours of his time a week. What was he supposed to now? It wasn't as if he was out trolling the streets for women to hook up with and he wasn't sure quite why he had that reputation.

“You know I take offense to you accusing me of going through women like tissue.” James teased, slowly sipping his still warm coffee. “Who am I supposed to turn my attention to now? You’re pretty hard to replace.” He finished just as his phone rang, looking up at Anastasia with mock astonishment he looked at his phone as if it were a miracle. “Perhaps it’s some poor idiot looking to be my next conquest? Oh, we can only hope!” James exclaimed as he answered his still ringing phone.

“Alessa, to what do I owe the pleasure?” James said evenly, his mind immediately trying to remember where she was at today, Omega or DeSilvio’s. With another shrug he mouthed the word business to Anastasia and didn't feel particularly bad that their conversation had been put on hold. It was just like her to come to his house at nine in the morning, get all defense lawyer-ey at him and then not give him a chance to prove her statements wrong. Of course her tenacity was one of the many qualities that drew him to her along with many; many others he thought as he carefully regarded her out of the corner of his eye.

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Anastasia watched as James rolled his eyes and went to refill his coffee mug. “I know you have responsibilities Ana, we both do. You know that. You have a kid, I've got my widowed, ailing mother who has a million things she needs done around her house. According to her, God blessed her with a son because he knew she needed someone to change light bulbs for her. “ She scoffed and raised her eyebrows all while crossing her arms across her chest. "Are you comparing changing a light bulb to taking care of a deaf child?" After she was done talking, she watched James walk past her before wiping his face and sigh. “I’m not saying they’re the same thing at all. I’m just saying we all have things we need to do, people to take care of, but shouldn't we take care of ourselves too?” She sighed and look at her feet for a brief moment before looking back at him as he sat back in his seat with a grin on his face. “It’s not like I’m asking you to marry me, Price. I just wanted to buy you dinner, we can go dutch if you like, or not at all I suppose if dinner is too much of a commitment.“ She let out a deep exhale as she rolled her eyes at him. She didn't say anything, she just kept her mouth shut knowing that no matter what she said, no matter how sarcastic it could have been, he too would have a smart ass reply as well.

“You know I take offense to you accusing me of going through women like tissue.” She looked at him with a smirk on her face. "You don't go after women, you go after girls. You know, the ones who are are in their early twenties and have absolutely no cares in the world." She told him as he sipped his new cup of coffee before asking her a question or as she saw it, a sarcastic remark. “Who am I supposed to turn my attention to now? You’re pretty hard to replace.” She shrugged towards him before giving him a smirk. "I'm sure you'll find someone up to your standards." She said to him in fake enthusiasm. After a moment his phone began to ring which made her look towards the phone not far from him. “Perhaps it’s some poor idiot looking to be my next conquest? Oh, we can only hope!” She scoffed as she grabbed her coffee cup and heard him answer the phone. When he responded to whoever was on the phone, she knew it was one of his employees. She wasn't close too Alessandra but the name did ring a bell. And she could easily put the name to the face. She rolled her eyes at the man in front of her as he shrugged and mouthed to her.

"God sometimes talking to you is like talking to a child." She said to him in somewhat of a hush tone just so Alessandra didn't hear her irritated tone. She grabbed her coffee cup and walked, a bit annoyed into the kitchen to get the last of the coffee. She put some cream in it and opened one of the cabinets where she knew the sugar was. She had to stretch a little for it but, after a second she got it and put a decent amount into the light brown mixture. She leaned on the counter as she looked at James with her eyes screaming in annoyance. But, he wasn't going to make her regret her decision of bring it up. She heard her phone go off and walked over to get it out of her bag before heading back into the kitchen to read it. She gave a small chuckle and grin as she read what her best friend said. Rayna always made her feel better, she was sweet, naive, and positive while Anastasia was more... realistic, frank, and well... untrusting of other people. But, when they were around one another they got along perfectly. Which made her happy that at least one of her close friends didn't find enjoyment in pissing her off and annoying her.

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“Alessa, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

James' voice came through the speaker clearly and Alex smiled a little at his even tone of voice. She detected a hint of amusement in it, an attribute no doubt gained from years of experience knowing the man.

"Well, first of all, my darling older bar owner, we're running low on Blue Curacao and Vodka at the club. I don't know where the hell you get the stuff but I suggest you call it in for tonight. You know how fast those Blue Lagoons go. Oh! And speaking of tonight, would you be interested in joining me, Shawn, and whatever other minions you have working this place tonight? It's sure to be packed and quite frankly people take it more seriously when you tell them to leave," Alex's voice had a ring of her cheerfulness and light attitude to it.

She turned her head. Behind her, Shawn was beatboxing and doing what could only be described as "Breaking Down". She giggled and managed to stifle full-out laughter. Turning around again she picked up the Windows tablet once more and began scrolling through. "Oh, and tell whatever poor lassie you have stuck in that house with you that she has the Auditore's kindest regards and apologies. Just for good measure."

Just then, a loud scream of enthusiasm erupted from behind and filled the room, followed by the sound of sneaker-clad feet slamming against the floor.

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Character Portrait: Rayna Tatianna Sokolov Character Portrait: Anastacia Price Character Portrait: Sofia Sarinelli Character Portrait: Alexandra Alena Auditore Character Portrait: Joseph Sarinelli Character Portrait: Dante Sarinelli
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Dante Sarinelli


Dante laughed sarcastically with his siblings and smiled lopsidedly at the idea of him buzzing their initials or names into his head. The idea was so absurd that he couldn't help but to laugh. It was times like this that he was glad to be a Sarinelli. His family was large and loud and crazy but somehow he always felt like he belonged in some way or another. Be it the black sheep or otherwise.

It was then that he heard Rayna remark on how sexy she thought it’d be, jokingly, of course but if anyone was observant they would have caught Dante blushing a deep shade of red at the comment. Not to mention the fact that Joey seemed slightly curious about the driving situation which made the palms of Dante’s hand begin to dampen due to nerves. “I could just get Idiot shaved into my head. Same difference, right?” The blond boy replied with a smirk, as he was caught up in a hug with his older brother. Dante immediately reciprocated and watched as his brother bailed and left him the only male among the many women surrounding them. Something Dante’s could always get behind. Not to mention fewer questions to be answered.

Soon enough Dante realized his sister was going to dinner with her friends and not her family which made sense. His father was out of town on business and they’d probably have some elaborate dinner with a side of snide remarks. He couldn't wait. Either way it meant that he and his mother were dining alone tonight and the idea set his nerves on edge. He could just imagine how the evening’s conversation would go. Why wasn't he more like his older brothers, what was he going to do when he graduated university, was he going to be a handyman for the rest of his life, who was he dating now, who were her family and didn't he know he could do better? He was a Sarinelli. Only the best for them, even the fuckups. The thought of it made his skin crawl and he was glad to have the distraction of having to drive Rayna home.

Speaking of, he bid his family a last farewell, swearing he’d be back to have dinner with his mother at DeSilvio’s and followed his girlfriend to his dusty jeep parked off to the side of the parking lot. Showing up late hadn't afforded him the best choice in spots. Appreciatively Dante watched the woman leaned against his jeep, a genuine smile crossing his handsome face as he thought of the stolen time they’d have together before they would be called away by the evening’s events.

Opening the passenger side of the vehicle he held the door open for Rayna and bowed slightly. “At your service, Milady. Would you like to go and spend time with me practicing in illicit activities?” He asked saucily, arching one eyebrow suggestively at the beautiful woman standing before him.


James DeSilvio


“You get if from a liquor supply store, Alessa, which is closed.” With a sigh, James rubbed the back of his neck and rolled his shoulders as he thought about what to do and how he’d somehow fucked up the last liquor order. Quickly coming to a decision he replied “I’ll stop by DeSilvio’s and raid their closet and then I’ll be by. Oh, and don’t call me older. You know how vain I am.” He finished glibly just as heard the absurd noises on the other end of the line. Holding his phone away from his still aching head, he winced and spoke back at the phone. “And honestly I think I’m owed the apology, but that’s a whole different story. Just make sure my bar is still standing when I get there.” He finished as he glanced over at Ana, noticing the smile on her face apparently there from something she’d read on her phone and immediately his small bit of jealousy reared its ugly head.

James had no idea if Anastasia was seeing someone, but he figured he’d know if she did. Maybe this was just her way of letting him down easy, trying not to hurt his feeling. He was a big boy, a very big boy, and he didn't need his feelings spared. Everything in him was saying that there was no way that his lawyer was in a romantic relationship with someone, that if anyone knew he would and she’d be quick to let him know about it.

Tucking his phone away into the pocket of his pants he placed his elbows on the counter and leaned forward on them, looking up at Anastasia who was still standing in his kitchen. “I've got you saying I act like a child and another calling me an old man. You all should get together and figure it out. Personally I feel a fit thirty-three and if women who are a bit younger are attracted to that who am I to blame them? I’m not one to point out a lady’s age, seeing as its quite rude and all but you are twenty-six after all. If that doesn’t make you a younger woman then I don’t know what does.”

Stretching back to his full height he looked down at the woman standing before him and tilted his head at her, his currently messy blond hair sticking every which way. “You don’t want me. I get it. Whatever reason I give you to take a chance on me you bat away like a fly. I don’t know what else I’m supposed to do except do what you ask me I suppose.” James said, finally taking Ana’s word to heart and beginning to feel the defeat of being flat turned down.

“I have to go soon so unless you want to join me in the shower I think this is where we say goodbye and see you later.” James offered, feeling slightly hurt and defensive now that her words had finally begun to sink in.