Snippet #1938932

After quite a few handshakes and more than one person shouting to the top of their lungs "Hey Jimmy the Saint!"
Jimmy awaited one talk with the boss of bosses, also the man who payed the most handsomely, Joe "Fat Joe" Generro.
After seeing Jimmy waiting patiently for some time he waved him over.
Now anything Joe ever said to anyone was always in their ear because when Joe talked he wanted only the person he was talking to, to hear what he was saying.
Even though he might be just talking generally, to Joe every conversation was a private conversation.
He shook Jimmy's hand firmly and pulled him by his wrist to indicate for him to come closer.
As Jimmy leaned in Joe asked him plainly to "Leave the room it was time for the families to conduct business."
He then handed him a brown folder filled with cash and told him to consider it compensation for his time inside.

Jimmy put the folder in the inside pocket of his suit, shook the don's hand once more, and walked down the stairs his hands in the pockets of his pants.
As he approached the bar he happened to look over and notice this big guy, really big guy, had a look on his face like a lot of guys do in the joint.
Trying to be hard and look right through someone but anyone could tell he was no con.
He wreaked of the scents of the city's elite, all of which could be bought if you had the right amount of cash or knew where to get them to make it hurt.
After a short staring match with the large man Jimmy continued along his way.
About four seats down however..Jimmy suddenly stopped in his tracks, dead in his tracks.
He pulled down his sunglasses for moment and looked over the top of them at the woman seated at the bar.
His brown eyes taking all of her in slowly as he looked her over up and down.
With his index finger he pushed them back up and took in a deep sigh shaking his head as he said to himself
"Whoah if there's very many finer I'd say God kept them for himself."
He straightened his tie once more and put his hands right back in his pockets before walking forward with a confident walk.
As he approached he walked past her but stood at the bar right beside of her on her left side.
He then leaned on his right arm as he motioned for the bartender with his left index finger.
"I need a scotch huh?
Don't put any ice in it and I'll fix you up right kid."

After the bartender arrived with his drink Jimmy pulled him forward and slipped $100 in the front pocket of his shirt.
He then took a short sip of his drink before continuing.
"See this lady beside me?
You make sure she gets her fill of what she wants to drink, put it on my tab Jimmy Massera, and I'll make sure you get more tips like that. Capiche?"
The man nodded happily and started to walk away when he turned back.
"Hold on... you're Jimmy the Saint?
In our club?!
You've got to be kidding me!
Mr...."
Jimmy interrupted smiling softly as he said
"The name's Jimmy not mister nothing.
Here take this and shhh ok?"
With that he pulled out a black pen with a gold cap and signed a napkin with his name written rather neatly.
The man swept up the napkin and walked off to tend his other duties and as he did Jimmy took a seat beside of Ginger saying plainly with a tip of his hat.
"Good evening miss I eh... I know this is going to sound like a line and all but eh... is this seat taken?"