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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.
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 +
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.
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"-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."
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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?"
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After giving them one more disapproving glare he turned back to the meat cooling on his plate. It was fortunate he had only a few bites left as he had lost most of his appetite. For a moment he debated ordering dessert (and consequently extending his time in the restaurant long enough to assure himself the pair wasn't dragging trouble into the place with them).
His exhaustion and the furry companion awaiting his return home eventually made the decision for him. He leaned back against the red leather booth and watched for a waiter to flag down.
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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."
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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?"
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"Mr. Luciano." Somehow his tone drained all of the honor out of the honorific. "Late night?"
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"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
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."
Night. ;3;/
"I didn't realize there was a streak of generosity buried somewhere beneath that self-serving exterior. Or did Mr. Benny do something in particular to earn his supper?"
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"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
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.
Yay! Welcome back. :>
He took a quick sip of wine before finally gracing Luciano with an answer. "You don't, of course. I was merely curious if the evening's activities were a matter of business or pleasure--whether you've started showing him the ropes, gotten him a position in Mr. Rothstein's...internship program?"
<333!
"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. :/
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?"
Bye again. ;;
Surprisingly, Edgeworth had begun to relish the pair's fettered speech so much that he was almost disappointed when they began to retreat. He took the opportunity to motion to one of the waiters for his check. "I intend to, thank you," he answered the boy.
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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."
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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.
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"A word of advice, Mr. Siegel." The way he said it, he might as well have been calling him 'boy.' "A man should be very selective with the people he deems friends. Anyone who might lead you to a bad end probably doesn't have your best interests at heart."
He didn't give either of them a chance to respond before he disappeared, and the jingling of the bell above the door followed him out.
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"....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?"
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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."
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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.
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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.
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Unfortunately, the searing pain that shot through his arm as he tried to push himself to his feet wasn't going to make things any easier on him. Just his luck that they would get the one that had already been broken once.
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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!"
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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?"
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Something ground against something else in his arm, and it was all Edgeworth could do to choke back the scream that threatened to split his throat. But choke it back he did, with a supreme force of will, until his survival instincts really kicked in to point out to him how pride in this moment was less important than attracting as much attention as possible. He finally began to shout...
...just before Luciano silenced him with a brick wall to the face. White hot pain blossomed through his head. Somewhere a small spike of panic appeared, an inexplicable moment of vanity as he worried over whether his nose was broken, but then the boy helpfully distracted him from that juvenile concern with a fierce blow to the knees that finally drew that full-throated scream out of him. His legs gave way immediately; unless someone caught him he wouldn't be able to stop himself from slumping to the ground before the mobsters.
"Bloodthirsty little bastard," he growled, once he had recovered the minimal breath required for speech. "When you face the judge it won't be for your friends' actions."
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"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?"
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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."
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Unfortunately the lull had its downside. Without movement he was able to feel every measure of the agony that they had managed to inflict on him in only a matter of seconds. A grunt escaped him as he was pressed hard against the rough wall with his arm twisted painfully behind him and the mobster's arm like steel cord on his windpipe. This position was distracting enough to make anything resembling strategy very difficult to maintain, as was the imminent threat of the pitbull-esque teenager nipping at his proverbial heels.
He wanted to believe Luciano wasn't foolish enough to actually listen to him. Their organization didn't need the kind of attention the murder of a prominent city official would attract. But he would be lying if he said he didn't have his doubts, chiefly about the man's ability to keep the eager upstart under control.
With a level of calm he didn't feel, Edgeworth quipped, "You've found yourself quite a little prodigy, haven't you? So eager to please. Just the kind of valuable tool you people love to take full advantage of." It came out quieter and more...wet than he would have liked, but the tone was certainly in the right place.
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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?"
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"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."
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The boy's posturing didn't escape Edgeworth's notice either. He may not have consciously recognized the nature of their dynamic, but some part of his mind was aware of the push of the boy's presence, shifting back and forth like a young, shaggy-maned lion stuck on the wrong side of a fence, staring through at his would-be prey. Instinct told him to exploit that in the hopes that pushing the boy further would draw the more experienced mobster in the other direction, towards protecting them both (and Edgeworth) from the consequences of the boy's actions.
"With the mess you're making I'd be genuinely surprised if they couldn't," he rasped. Even as he said it his mind was working furiously for ways to make dead sure it was the truth, evidence he could collect prematurely just in case worse came to worst.