#((fits his whole 'i'm laying low' kinda persona))

[fightingthetides]

Ding ding!

Cold eyes lifted from the glass the ex-assassin was polishing to see who his new customer was. They’d had an altercation in the past, but they’d since put all that behind them. Ravein understood that ‘Pino,’ even with his baby face... was old enough to consume alcohol. The younger male was able to hold his liquor well, surprisingly enough. 

He flipped through some pages in his notebook he always carried with him, stopping at a page in particular. 

[Gin?]

That was what ‘Pino’ had ordered last. Of course, he was well aware of the affiliations the other had, but they’d never clashed-- all because his targets weren’t in line with who the ‘Scudo Fulmine’ Famiglia struck deals with.