Knatilee had arrived at 'Schiano's on 59th street right beside Central Park at around 7:45........it was now nearly an hour later at 8:36, and the unloading of the truck was finally completed.
"Jesus!" an exhausted Knatilee sighed, as she pressed her back against the bar, closed her eyes, and threw her head back.........causing her long thick pony tail to flare out on the marble counter top.
"Tip?" she heard come from the door, but thought nothing of it, until she got a tap on her shoulder.
"Boss........"
"Yes?" she responded, eyes remaining closed.
"The driver, he wants his uh, tip."
"What!??"
"His tip, he said-" Knatilee cut Martin off, as her head flung up from the counter top, and she pushed herself away from the bar.
"For what? Coming off schedule!? Making me miss my breakfast!?? Hah, tell him i'm the one that deserves a tip!" she snapped, her soft Italian accent suddenly becoming strong as her annoyance grew.
Martin cracked a smile before making his way back over to the door, and relaying her message to the driver, who didn't seem too thrilled, and muttered "putso**" under his breath........a word that instantly caused Knatilee to bolt towards the man.
"Hey! Pito! Vete a la chingada! Ahora vete a la verga!!!**" she yelled towards the man, who appeared shock that she not only understood what he had said, but was able to respond back to him in his dialect, before slamming and locking the door. Martin simply smirked and began to stroll around the counter.
"Do i even want to know what that was about?"
"I told him to go fuck himself........polity of course.."
"Is that not a little harsh Knatilee?"
"He started it by calling me a bitch.........dumb prick.."
Her sous chef just shook his head, and head into the kitchen. She however made her way behind the bar, turned on ESPN, and began to set things up for the morning and lunch crowds.
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It was now 10:15, the entire first shift had arrived, and the doors were open.
Even though Schianos was perfectly located right were plenty passed, it was rare for the place to ever get TOO crowded before 4pm, and today was no different
For the first hour there was a large crowd of people, who rushed in, ordered to go, and left.......the only group who stayed were three regular drunks, an elderly group of men named; Peter, Jack, and Bob, who sat at the bar drinking alcohol, while most others choice of drink at the current time, was coffee.
But as noon rolled around, the few tables on the other side of the bar, away from the door, began to fill, the waitresses finally came from around the counter to take orders the old fashion way, and Knatilee began to serve drinkers wanting a little more than just coffee and pastries.
"Sweety dear, sugar tits........can i get-" Knatilee cut the old man off, her accent remaining soft, seeing as how no one could really take what Peter the drunk said, seriously.
"How many times do i have to tell you, if my tits were made of sugar i'd be a little more sweet....."
A pair of women, and their male friend at one end of the bar, plus the group of drunks at the other end, all erupted into laughter......as Knatilee refiled Peters glass, and then turned ESPN off - replacing it with a local music video station, which was currently playing the video for The Black Key's "Keep Me Waiting"
It wasn't long before her and another girl behind the bar let their hair out, and began to immaturely imitate the man in the video.
"Don't quit your day job." one of the cooks yelled from the kitchen windows, as the song came to an end and the channel went to commercial.
"Envy is a deadly sin hun, you don't wanna go to hell do you?" Knatilee shot back, just as her phone rang.
The smile on her face faded slowly as she read the name on her caller ID........Mateo Giovanni, or the current "Don of Don's", as he's currently known by NYPD & FBI.
"Schiano....."
"Mr. G....."
"Where are you?"
"Why do you ask??"
The words rolled off her tongue in almost a flirtatious manner........but it was meant as anything but, and Mateo failed to take it as such.
"Can you make it here in an hour?"
Knatilee sighed.......knowing "here" was likely somewhere in Little Italy........clear across the city, and out of her way.
"I'd prefer if we could simply converse over the phone, that is why they make these handy things called cell phones dear." she responded, while onehandedly refilling a customers glass.
"No. But i will give you until seven o'clock tonight to make it here, or not. If you're even a second late, you lose the job baby.......and the surprise i have for you, that's fresh from the USMC."
Without a single additional word said between the two, the line went dead, and she shoved her phone back into her tight pocket.....before making her way past the cash register and to the quiet end of the bar, where she crossed her arms under her chest and stared out the front window.
Of course she knew Mateo wanted.....it was nothing new to her. But for some reason, today, the young woman felt like ignoring his request.........and finding her own target.
"Mr. Frantin would be a lovely candidate.........neighbor from hell, with a stick up his ass.........i wonder what his prissy daughter would think to find him cold on kitchen floor.......with a bullet to the brain?" Knatilee wondered to herself, lost in thought as she bit down on her bottom lip.......which was unusually free of gloss, due to her being in such a rush this morning. "I think i'm getting a bit demented in my old age...........having a daughter find her father, how cruel........perhaps ill wait until his bitch of a wife comes home too, so she'll have someone to cry with!" she continued thinking, as a small smirk made it's way onto her face.
Of course these were all day dreams..........for she hadn't once killed a person who she wasn't hired to. Well that is except for the one time.........
"Jesus!" an exhausted Knatilee sighed, as she pressed her back against the bar, closed her eyes, and threw her head back.........causing her long thick pony tail to flare out on the marble counter top.
"Tip?" she heard come from the door, but thought nothing of it, until she got a tap on her shoulder.
"Boss........"
"Yes?" she responded, eyes remaining closed.
"The driver, he wants his uh, tip."
"What!??"
"His tip, he said-" Knatilee cut Martin off, as her head flung up from the counter top, and she pushed herself away from the bar.
"For what? Coming off schedule!? Making me miss my breakfast!?? Hah, tell him i'm the one that deserves a tip!" she snapped, her soft Italian accent suddenly becoming strong as her annoyance grew.
Martin cracked a smile before making his way back over to the door, and relaying her message to the driver, who didn't seem too thrilled, and muttered "putso**" under his breath........a word that instantly caused Knatilee to bolt towards the man.
"Hey! Pito! Vete a la chingada! Ahora vete a la verga!!!**" she yelled towards the man, who appeared shock that she not only understood what he had said, but was able to respond back to him in his dialect, before slamming and locking the door. Martin simply smirked and began to stroll around the counter.
"Do i even want to know what that was about?"
"I told him to go fuck himself........polity of course.."
"Is that not a little harsh Knatilee?"
"He started it by calling me a bitch.........dumb prick.."
Her sous chef just shook his head, and head into the kitchen. She however made her way behind the bar, turned on ESPN, and began to set things up for the morning and lunch crowds.
*------------------------------------------------------------------------*
It was now 10:15, the entire first shift had arrived, and the doors were open.
Even though Schianos was perfectly located right were plenty passed, it was rare for the place to ever get TOO crowded before 4pm, and today was no different
For the first hour there was a large crowd of people, who rushed in, ordered to go, and left.......the only group who stayed were three regular drunks, an elderly group of men named; Peter, Jack, and Bob, who sat at the bar drinking alcohol, while most others choice of drink at the current time, was coffee.
But as noon rolled around, the few tables on the other side of the bar, away from the door, began to fill, the waitresses finally came from around the counter to take orders the old fashion way, and Knatilee began to serve drinkers wanting a little more than just coffee and pastries.
"Sweety dear, sugar tits........can i get-" Knatilee cut the old man off, her accent remaining soft, seeing as how no one could really take what Peter the drunk said, seriously.
"How many times do i have to tell you, if my tits were made of sugar i'd be a little more sweet....."
A pair of women, and their male friend at one end of the bar, plus the group of drunks at the other end, all erupted into laughter......as Knatilee refiled Peters glass, and then turned ESPN off - replacing it with a local music video station, which was currently playing the video for The Black Key's "Keep Me Waiting"
It wasn't long before her and another girl behind the bar let their hair out, and began to immaturely imitate the man in the video.
"Don't quit your day job." one of the cooks yelled from the kitchen windows, as the song came to an end and the channel went to commercial.
"Envy is a deadly sin hun, you don't wanna go to hell do you?" Knatilee shot back, just as her phone rang.
The smile on her face faded slowly as she read the name on her caller ID........Mateo Giovanni, or the current "Don of Don's", as he's currently known by NYPD & FBI.
"Schiano....."
"Mr. G....."
"Where are you?"
"Why do you ask??"
The words rolled off her tongue in almost a flirtatious manner........but it was meant as anything but, and Mateo failed to take it as such.
"Can you make it here in an hour?"
Knatilee sighed.......knowing "here" was likely somewhere in Little Italy........clear across the city, and out of her way.
"I'd prefer if we could simply converse over the phone, that is why they make these handy things called cell phones dear." she responded, while onehandedly refilling a customers glass.
"No. But i will give you until seven o'clock tonight to make it here, or not. If you're even a second late, you lose the job baby.......and the surprise i have for you, that's fresh from the USMC."
Without a single additional word said between the two, the line went dead, and she shoved her phone back into her tight pocket.....before making her way past the cash register and to the quiet end of the bar, where she crossed her arms under her chest and stared out the front window.
Of course she knew Mateo wanted.....it was nothing new to her. But for some reason, today, the young woman felt like ignoring his request.........and finding her own target.
"Mr. Frantin would be a lovely candidate.........neighbor from hell, with a stick up his ass.........i wonder what his prissy daughter would think to find him cold on kitchen floor.......with a bullet to the brain?" Knatilee wondered to herself, lost in thought as she bit down on her bottom lip.......which was unusually free of gloss, due to her being in such a rush this morning. "I think i'm getting a bit demented in my old age...........having a daughter find her father, how cruel........perhaps ill wait until his bitch of a wife comes home too, so she'll have someone to cry with!" she continued thinking, as a small smirk made it's way onto her face.
Of course these were all day dreams..........for she hadn't once killed a person who she wasn't hired to. Well that is except for the one time.........
**OOC: "putso" means; bitch, "pito" means; dick, "vete a la chingada" means; go fuck yourself, and "ahora vete a la verga!" means; now get the fuck outta here. My spanish isn't anything to write home about, so i got most of that from the net.....if it's not exactly right, sue me! But that was what i was going for! lols
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