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samuraiprosecutor ([personal profile] samuraiprosecutor) wrote in [community profile] boxolawyers2011-11-04 10:21 pm

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Who: Edgeworth, Benny "Bugsy" Siegel, Lucky Luciano
What: Not exactly a dinner date...
Where: Random made up restaurant in LA
When: Late evening
Warnings: Self-righteous lawyer who doesn't know when to quit + sexy hot-blooded mafia boys = possible (probable?) violence, strong language


By the time Edgeworth was coming to the end of his dinner, Bel Cibo had mostly emptied. Not that it had been that crowded to begin with; the restaurant was a true hole-in-the-wall, an authentic little family-owned secret far from the trendier, more popular places he usually favored. This was one of the places he went when several long, hard work days (or weeks) in a row drove him away from most human contact and into the warm embrace of his favorite comfort foods and the polite but distant company of an expert waiter.

A bell jingled softly in the quiet restaurant, heralding the arrival of what would probably be some of the last patrons of the evening. Edgeworth sliced off another bite of his veal and took a few moments to savor it before finally glancing at the door. But the mildest of interest turned suddenly to a sharp glare as he saw the men standing in the door, framed by its leaded glass window. He had only met the one in person, but he knew all too well who both men were.

[identity profile] ladysfavored.livejournal.com 2011-11-05 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
Thankfully, though, the new company had yet to notice Edgeworth in return, preoccupied as they seemed to be. Luciano hurried through the door, eager to get inside and out of the cold, and the whole time never stopped talking over his shoulder to the young boy following just behind him.

"-saying is that this is a nice place, kid. Besides, food's decent, possibly kosher...." He paused a moment to remove his hat, looked around the room before he turned back to the boy with an entirely unsubtle smirk. "And got a real nice little blonde number should be working in back tonight."

[identity profile] alittlebugsy.livejournal.com 2011-11-05 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
Bugsy, following close behind Luciano, had actually made the effort to dress in his best clothes for the occasion - not that anyone not from the Lower East Side would even notice. He knew Luciano did, and would notice the lack of effort otherwise, and that was a risk he didn't want to take. Impetuous as he was, it wasn't that he couldn't appreciate some lessons in high-class living and manners from Lucky.

He threw a look around, bit back a remark on the people eating here and the estimated sum of money in their pockets, and followed inside, hands in his pockets. At the remark about the girl, he flashed a grin. "You gonna work real hard on her tonight, huh Charlie?"

[identity profile] ladysfavored.livejournal.com 2011-11-06 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Play your cards right and maybe you'll get some fun, too. Hear she's got a...." Sadly, all good things must come to an end, and as soon as he looked up again the rest of Luciano's comment trailed off. Some people are just hard to miss, and the familiar magenta suit caught Luciano's eye even before he and Benny had reached the man's table. His expression fell almost instantly, and the good mood followed with it.

Of all the nights he had to run into that fucking....

"Merda...." But still, he managed to force a tight smile at the man as they walked past, gave him the smallest, stiffest nod of acknowledgement. "Evening, sir."

[identity profile] alittlebugsy.livejournal.com 2011-11-06 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
"She's got a what?" Benny urged, not instantly recognising the reason Luciano trailed off. This was rather relevant to his interests, after all. He'd never been the type to be shy around women, but the kind of women Luciano rubbed elbows - and arguably more - with were a whole different story from the prostitutes Benny occasionally offered protection rackets to or ran errands for. They had some of the class and style that at this point, Benny still both envied and admired in Luciano.

That all became secondary to the all too familiar urge to take one of the chairs and break it over someone's head when he noticed the man Luciano was looking at. The guy had a look about him that was all wrong: dressed up and proper and everything that made Benny think about following people into dark alleys and mugging them.

A look at Luciano's expression confirmed what seemed apparent. The two had met before, and it wasn't under pleasant circumstances. Benny fought the urge to look around for things to break in the man's face, and demonstratively relaxed his stance a little, looking Edgeworth up and down with a light sneer. "Who's that clown?"

[identity profile] ladysfavored.livejournal.com 2011-11-06 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
And almost as if he knew what Benny was thinking Luciano took a step closer to the boy, more for the teen's own protection than anyone else's. He knew that look on Benny's face; all it would take was one ill-timed comment on the lawyer's part and the two would need to pay everything they've made these last few weeks to make the rest of the world turn a blind eye to what came next.

"Been keeping busy. Thought I'd treat the kid before taking him home." He shifted his stance, almost uncomfortably, and after a moment finally motioned between the two of them. "Benny, this is Mr. Edgeworth. One've the prosecutors down at the court house."

And that one seemingly off-hand comment should have told Benny everything that he needed to know about the man. It certainly explained the strained front of civility that Luciano was trying so hard to uphold.

/slips in quick tag before bed

[identity profile] alittlebugsy.livejournal.com 2011-11-06 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
It was a good thing that Luciano stepped in when he did, because Benny was close to flipping the lawyer's plate in his face. He understood the warning, though, and held back.

Instead of doing any of the things that came up in his head this moment, he suddenly hugged himself tightly with a sad glance at Edgeworth, and shuddered.

"Brrr," he whined. "I'm fucking scared, Charlie."

[identity profile] ladysfavored.livejournal.com 2011-11-07 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
It was a look Luciano didn't miss. Just like it was equally hard to miss the way the young man bristled under it.

"The f-- what's that supposed to mean, exactly, sir?" he asked after a moment, shifting again, this time moving closer to Edgeworth instead. "Didn't know I needed any kind've special reason to take a friend out for something nice."

AND GOOD MORNING

[identity profile] alittlebugsy.livejournal.com 2011-11-07 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
Benny pulled a face in response to Edgeworth's tone, and noted with a somewhat hurt expression, "The name's Ben Siegel, by the way." Not that he hadn't earned another nickname already, but that wasn't one he liked to hear being used.

Beyond that, he left it to Charlie to speak for him for now. This man was dangerous, no question, if even Charlie Fucking Luciano was watching his tone around him.

<333!

[identity profile] ladysfavored.livejournal.com 2011-11-07 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
Well, just as long as one of them didn't mind being polite. Luciano felt his fist clench, unconsciously, and he shoved both hands into his pockets while he answered as nonchalant a shrug as he could manage. "He's a smart kid. Picks things up quick. Probably even run himself up a better fucking career than you got, someday.

"Come on, Benny," he finally said, taking the boy by the shoulder as he gave Edgeworth a curt nod and started to walk away. Then, continuing on in Yiddish for only Benny to hear, "Before I fucking cut his tongue out and force him to eat it. We still got better things to do tonight."

THANKSSS <3 Now school, though. :/

[identity profile] alittlebugsy.livejournal.com 2011-11-07 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
Benny liked whacking people. Crude, straight-forward, and brutal - that was usually his style. With a brick or a steel pipe, a tyre iron or just his hands. Maybe a gun, if he could get his hands on one. He played all of those scenarios through in his head with the smug bastard in the magenta suit, like a motion picture. It wouldn't be the first guy he had whacked in a dark alley over an earlier insult or just the content of his wallet, but somehow he could imagine he would enjoy this one especially.

But he let Luciano lead him away regardless, shooting Edgeworth a smile over his shoulder. "Enjoy your evening, sir."

To Luciano, he muttered back, "I'd love to fucking see that." And with another glance back, he added in Yiddish under his breath, "You really already done with him?"

[identity profile] ladysfavored.livejournal.com 2011-11-07 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
The urge to flip the man off as they walked was a hard one to resist. Turning back to acquaint the prosecutor's face with the table was an even harder one to ignore, and the fact he walked away without a single retort back was a miracle in itself.

Meyer would be so proud.

"You wanna explain to AR why we got pinched for burning some law fucker in public?" Goddamn, but what he wouldn't give to be able to, and the underlying growl to his words probably said as much. He clenched his hands again, grip on Benny's shoulder tightening sharply before he pulled away.

"We'll come back to it."

[identity profile] alittlebugsy.livejournal.com 2011-11-08 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey, I love my work," Benny protested, and almost twisted his neck to look at Edgeworth again despite Luciano pushing him away from the prosecutor. "You come with me, I show you."

But at Luciano's insistent pushing, Benny made another face, then followed without further protest, the tight grip on his shoulders making sure he stayed in line. He dropped Edgeworth from his mind with a roll of his head and a lazy shrug. Later, then.

[identity profile] ladysfavored.livejournal.com 2011-11-08 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
And that seemed to be the straw that finally did it. Luciano didn't turn around right away, but he did pause, groped blindly at his hip for a moment and grabbed nothing but air. It wasn't until he head the bell ring and the door close behind the other man that he let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding.

"....change've plans, Benny," he said quietly, a brief, dark little smirk crossing his face as he glanced back at the way Edgeworth had left. "Tonight's all your call. So what'll it be?"

[identity profile] alittlebugsy.livejournal.com 2011-11-08 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
The way Benny smirked right back at Luciano, it was as if somebody had told him that Christmas had come early - had he been Christian, of course. But this was probably bringing him more joy than any Christmas or other present could have brought a little child. "All my call, huh?"

He turned his head and leaned forward a little to try and catch another glimpse of the prosecutor, but Edgeworth had already left.

"Trail him and work him over in an alley, see what he got to say about AR then?" He let out a little laugh, then made for the door with quick, bouncy steps. "Just leave it to me. He's gonna bawl like a baby."

[identity profile] ladysfavored.livejournal.com 2011-11-08 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
It was slow, at first, letting the prosecutor get far enough ahead to allow the two to slip out unnoticed, stopping up the bell before it could alert anyone they'd even left, but soon the two were on the man's tail. Luciano, at least, held back several paces, hoped Benny would notice and take the hint to do that same, but....well, it looked like the kid had some energy to burn. Where was the harm in letting him?

He let Benny take the lead, and rather gladly at that. With the way Edgeworth had spoken to them in the restaurant - and especially to the kid - it only seemed fair for the teen to have the first go.

They could worry about cleaning up the mess later.

[identity profile] alittlebugsy.livejournal.com 2011-11-08 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
Popular opinion among most of his acquaintances notwithstanding, Benny wasn't entirely stupid. Impetuous, impatient, reckless on his better days - but not stupid, and certainly not interested in blowing a chance like this. He kept a fair distance to Edgeworth, taking the sort of brisk, but idle stroll that usually worked well enough to draw attention away from him.

The man was almost at his car when Benny scooped down to pick up a metal pipe from a pile of construction leftovers on the side of the alley. He weighted it in his hand briefly, and then jumped up and picked up his pace.

A few metres from Edgeworth, steps finally close and quick enough to become audible, he tightened his grip and shouted, "Hey, mister?"

And then he only gave the prosecutor a little more than one second to turn around before swinging the pipe at him like a baseball bat.

[identity profile] ladysfavored.livejournal.com 2011-11-08 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
Luciano didn't even give the man time to crawl back to his feet. He was right behind Edgeworth and hauling the man to his feet by the back of his jacket, a hand tangling harshly into his hair while the other grabbed his injured arm, pulled it back and twisted up just short of snapping it at the elbow.

Without a word, Luciano dragged him unceremoniously into the alley way, into the shadows of the surrounding buildings and away from any passing eyes. Half a second later, he slammed Edgeworth - violently - face first against the wall.

"Get his knees!"

[identity profile] alittlebugsy.livejournal.com 2011-11-08 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
He didn't have to ask twice. From the moment of the first attack, from the moment of grabbing the pipe and closing in, even, Benny's blood pulsed violently in his ears, nerves on fire with adrenaline. He couldn't even fight down the grin on his face, eyes wide and shining with excitement.

He followed quickly, throwing a quick glance around to see if they had witnesses. With Edgeworth held in place by Luciano, he could aim the next strike better, and it came, relentless and brutal, right into Edgeworth's knees with all the strength a tough, but skinny 15-year-old could put behind it.

And despite trying half-heartedly to keep it down, he let out a shout of excitement. "Homerun, fucking homerun, Charlie! How big you feeling now, hey?"

[identity profile] ladysfavored.livejournal.com 2011-11-08 07:21 am (UTC)(link)
And the moment Edgeworth finished talking, an arm wrapped quickly and firmly against his throat. Just enough pressure to issue a warning, to tell the man to keep his voice down or lose it altogether. His choice.

"Not sure you're in a good position to be throwin' around threats, sir." Fortunately ("Un-"?), if Luciano held any good will for the man at all, it was in the fact he didn't let Edgeworth fall. No, he kept the man on his shaky feet and pinned bodily against the wall, the arm around the older man's neck giving just the smallest flex. No noise. No struggling. And as if to emphasize the warning further, the pressure on the arm twisted behind Edgeworth's back increased just slightly more.

"Relax a little." But that smirk leaking into his tone, the cruelty just barely hidden underneath. "We're just gonna talk for a while. Ain't we, kid?"

[identity profile] alittlebugsy.livejournal.com 2011-11-08 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Benny almost cackled at the sight of Edgeworth struggling against Luciano's grip, even as he regained his balance (the force he had put behind the blow had thrown him off a little). He managed to cut it down to a little giggle instead, and pulled back his arms, both hands grasping the metal pipe, as if about to strike again.

He wanted to shut the man up, teach him a lesson how to talk to Charlie Luciano and Ben Siegel, but the enraged and powerless words elicited a snort from him. Instead of an actual answer, he graced Edgeworth with his best imitation of chicken sounds.

Luciano's words, on the other hand, immediately made the smile drop from his face no more than a few seconds later.

"What d'you mean, just talk?" he complained again, rising from his half-ducked, ready position. "Fuck that, let's whack him. You said it's my call."

[identity profile] ladysfavored.livejournal.com 2011-11-09 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
"C'mon now, give the kid a little fucking credit," Luciano chastised, his almost conversational tone entirely out of place as his hold around the man's neck tightened like a vice. "He enjoys what he does without any help from the rest've us."

But then the pressure against Edgeworth's throat eased up just as quickly, hand falling back to roughly twist itself into the back of the prosecutor's jacket collar. Still keeping him upright, even as Luciano shifted his position again. Putting himself between Edgeworth and said eager upstart? Maybe. They were already risking some pretty fucking heavy consequences from this assault anyway, and he'd be damned if he was going to let the fun end so soon.

"And I said we ain't whackin' anyone." The reply was firm - harsh, even - but the grin that he sent over his shoulder at the boy was something else entirely. "Not yet. I think this fucker still owes someone a apology. What d'ya think, Benny?"

[identity profile] alittlebugsy.livejournal.com 2011-11-09 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
Even though Edgeworth might not have been able to see it, Benny smiled at him after Luciano's comment, briefly. Did he enjoy what he did? Damn right he did. And he was disappointed enough to have his proposal rejected that he dropped the pipe, letting it clatter against the asphalt.

"Come on, Charlie!" he complained, again. He'd begun pacing around Edgeworth, at a respectful distance due to Luciano's presence and disposition, but still restless, angry, as if he was looking for an opening through which to best reach Edgeworth without interfering with Luciano. It was instinctive, but he was half aware of what he was doing. "We let him go, he's gonna talk. I say whack him now, ain't like they can prove it was us."