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Antonio eyes the patrons and notes once again the lack of bartender. With that many people and the current distraction of Marco, it would be very easy for anyone to make off with something, or contaminate any number of bottles in some fashion. Just what was his sister thinking? Bars need bartenders stare

Hearing Franco address him and Dante, he clears his throat before answering. "Yes, I met her previously. stare Speaking of... if you'll excuse me."

With that, he makes his way into the office and looks around for his laptop case.

"Alright..." JJ stood, shakily. Nothing seemed to wobble out of place or disappear suddenly, so he took it as a good sign. "Seems I'm coherent again." He moved around the bar slowly, noting that his shoes once more made contact with the ground. He picked out a fresh wine glass, gave it a once-over, and set it down on the counter. Pulling out the open bottle of wine from the other night, he undid the cork and started pouring himself a glass. "By the way, Leko, did you enjoy that moonshine the other night?"

Franco takes a look at the time.

I'll take Marco off yous hands. Marco, lets goes, I's gots to take yous to the "problem solver" stare yous just makin things hards for us before tomorrows.

Franco reaches under the table and successfully wrestles his brother out of the hiding spot.

Yous an embarrassments right nows Marco, where's yous bat anyway? confused Let's go fratello before zitellona gets a looks at yous. rolleyes

"Well, if you're interested..." JJ swirled the wine in the glass before taking a sip. "Ah... I can get you some more of it; I checked my drop-box today, and it turns out they literally sent me all of what they had left. And that particular agency that I was working for at the time frowns upon accepting hand-outs... I need to get rid of it pronto." He smiled over at her. "Think you could handle some more disposal?"

Marco looks ashamedly at his brother and parrots, "Red dress.... Fixer..." Franco mentions leaving the caddy for the brothers and asks Marco for his keys. Marco stares blankly at his brother, after some instruction he manages to pull a foreign set of keys out of his pocket, hand them to Franco. Finally they head off to get Marco's head on straight.

JJ felt his shoulders waver a little bit as the slight air movement hit him; it didn't bother him too much, as all his internal bits were nice and solidified by now, but if he wasn't so used to it he might have felt weird. As it were, it just created a weird optical effect for anyone sober enough to notice. "It's all yours; the only question I ask would be if you could describe the flavor, texture, aftertaste, general alcohol concentration, and rating on a scale of one to five. I need to add it to my report, so that it might gain a successful re-application into the legal world, and then you'd get to drink it as long as they're in business."

She rolled her eyes at the mention of Vincenso's name and she went about making Dante's White Russian. She smiled at the bodyguard, "Please, call me Kat...most everyone does around here, with the exception of Frankie boy, that is."

She handed Dante his drink. "Here you go, Dante. I must say, I'm looking forward to hearing you sing at the ceremony tomorrow. biggrin "

"I'm trying, but the areas that have few essential organs are the last to re-form." He sighed and lifted the glass slowly, taking another sip of wine. "It's all fine and dandy until you turn into your element; I'm pretty thankful my path didn't lead to fire. I doubt I'd be able to get into this bar if I were still emanating heat or just plain on fire."