'What was the world coming to?' She remembered her father saying this earlier in the day about the government deciding that alcohol was the source of the world's problems. Or rather, the source of America's problems. So, her father found it reasonable to make sure that he was the fixture to certain American's problems. Hell, he was the ficture to SEVERAL of their problems. Her father being the intelligent enough of a man to do it underground and make sure that the proper precautions were taken to make sure that he dealed to the right men at the right time. "Yeah. Tonie got bumped off last night, can ya believe?" Nodding her head only softly, it wasn't because she 'believed' it, it was just to let him know she was listening, when she definitely really wasn't. Her eyes were more so focused on the watch on her wrist and the city around her, glancing down and taking note that it was just around ten in the morning, ten oh one if you'd like to get ansy about the time. Theo, the man sitting beside her and completely yapping about nothing at all, was simply trying to keep conversation, and she was amused with that much.
Sadly, it was a shame when all that every one of her father's goons could do around her was talk about who'd been offed recently or what they'd done with some redhaired Irish girl the night before; Some girl they'd never call back, but wouldn't hesitate to make interracial children with. Those, to her father, were not the type of women you married. He barely enjoyed the idea of marrying out of the Italian family, but Irish? Never that. Recrossing her smooth, naturally tanned legs, Bambina smiled softly as the car slowed down, glancing over at Theo in the driver's seat, she couldn't say that she'd ever really liked traffic. However, it had recently been one of her favorite things. Painted red, although naturally full and rounded with a soft pout to them, lips parting to let out a silent breath of air, the female glanced at her watch again before raising her hand to tap her chin softly. "Ay, Theo, I'll meet you there, va bene?" Without waiting for a response, she listened to him call her name, 'Bambi! Bambi, where you goin' ah?! You're father's gonna kill me!' and with a wave of her hand, the female who had been called Bambi as a shortening of her name, moved swiftly onto the sidewalk and disappeared among the city's tourists and locals.
The white with black polka dots dress, promptly named the 'Wiggle' dress for those women who couldn't wear a fitted dress properly, held onto her naturally curved frame, reaching into her purse and pulling out her sunglasses, she pushed the large round frames up and over her eyes. Black peep toe heels clicking softly with each inaudible step she took, her curious and young eyes looked about the city she had been through so many times yet still found oddly new everytime she got to escape the clutches of her family. Oddly dark emerald green eyes flickering from behind her sunglasses, as strange as it was for her family to be Italian, her father had rather bright eyes himself; It didn't matter if his were gray and her mother's were brown. The sign seemed to call out her name, tilting her thick, though loose curls of black hair to the side when she found herself eyeing up the coffee shop. It looked busy, but warm, and she could see that evidently the cops were out and on their doughnut breaks. Smiling only to herself because her father had always considered cops to be the bottom feeders of his business, she knew that if he was caught, they would be more than likely to show him how much of bottom feeders they really were.
Fixing the dyed red flower in her hair and pushing it back just a bit, she glanced up when she heard the sound of the bell above her jingling, only a few eyes being cast her way thanks to the way people were moving around in here. Hands setting infront of her, Bambina Panicci raised her sunglasses off her face and paused for a moment behind a man in a suit who was unfamiliar to her because he wasn't anyone important, inhaling the soft smells and the biscotti and cocoa, despite the evidently warm weather outside, calling her name. [/list:u]
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