#Cocktail Bodega
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Tonight’s libation is a Jabberwocky
3/4 oz Sylvius Dutch dry gin
3/4 oz Bodegas Delgado Zuleta Manzanilla sherry
3/4 oz Martini &Rossi Bianco vermouth
2 dashes Fee brothers orange bitters
Lemon twist to garnish
Stir with ice and strain into a coupe.
#cocktail#Sylvius Dutch dry gin#Bodegas Delgado Zuleta Manzanilla sherry#fee brothers orange bitters#Martini & Rossi Bianco vermouth#jabberwocky
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❤ Yandere Criminal ❤
▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.
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Female reader
WARNINGS: Kidnapping.
Little gift for the New Year! Hope you guys like it :)
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◾ Yandere!Criminal whose specialty is small robberies of convenience stores and bodegas, nothing that goes beyond that.
That also means that money is tight, it’s hard enough to cover for the insanely high rent, let alone cover for monthly groceries, water and electricity bills.
◾ Yandere!Criminal who’s fucking tired of sitting in his dark shitty apartment, smoking a blunt in hopes of deceiving the hunger that rumbles in his stomach.
He lays back on his second-hand couch, eyes following the gray ropes of smoke that ascend from his lips, mind racing on every possible way of making money fast.
His rent is due in a week and his fridge is desolately empty, aside from a bottle of water.
◾ Yandere!Criminal who gets restless and in the spur of the moment, decides to head out on a walk around his block. Maybe that’ll give him some ideas or distract him from the ache in his stomach.
◾ Yandere!Criminal barely takes a few steps into the street when he sees you.
A pretty girl walking down the street, eyes nervously darting towards every shadow that moves.
What are you doing out in the dark street at such hours?
It’s way past midnight, as the old watch in his wrist tells him. That’s not time for a girl like you to be out, especially not his neighborhood at least.
You’re lucky that no one has approached you yet or you wouldn’t be looking so damn cute right now.
◾ Yandere!Criminal whose interest is spiked when he notices the clothes you’re wearing under the dim moonlight.
The short dress only long enough to cover your ass, the high stiletto heels clicking on the dirty floor at each step you take.
You’re looking like a serious sex-bomb in those clothes, despite the scaredy expression covering your dolled-up face.
But a second look at your body has him squinting his eyes, brain engines rolling as he examines your outfit.
Is that a fucking Prada cocktail dress? And the heels that you’re wearing Louboutins? The fancy purse, a Channel limited edition? It’s got to be daddy’s money, cause that face of yours isn’t giving smart vibes.
◾ Yandere!Criminal who instantly knows this is destiny.
You were sent to him for a reason. And the reason is that you’re his new bank account.
You have to be, otherwise it would’ve been some disgusting scumbag to find you first.
He wastes no time in reaching out for you. He knows he’s not bad looking, high-cheekbones and lustrous dark hair. Hopefully that works in his favor.
And it certainly does, a kind expression on his face as he offers you help. You immediately accept - so fucking naive, you poor dumb thing - immediately blabbering that your phone lost battery and that you’re sooo late to his super-chick party whose address you’re not entirely sure of.
◾ Yandere!Criminal who nods, pretending to understand all your issues. Slapping his face as he remembers that - oh, yeah, he kinda forgot his phone in his apartment. Maybe you’d want to come with him while he grabs it?
It’s not safe for you to be out here, on your own. Dangerous neighborhood and all of that.
And you follow him right away, like a lost duckling. It’s so easy, a smirk creeping on his face when you enter his apartment.
◾ Yandere!Criminal who instantly pounces on you, dragging you by the hair to his bedroom, a new found adrenaline running down his body.
You shriek and cry out loudly so he’s forced to push some old cloths on your mouth, using duct tape.
Honestly, he’s not even that worried about you getting away cause you’re barely able to put any fight. You’re a weak little thing, aren’t you?
◾ Yandere!Criminal who only waits a day before contacting mommy and daddy, demanding a good amount of green for them to be able to retrieve you.
He thinks a lot about how’s it gonna play out, creating a plan that sounds pretty much bullet-proof.
He gets easily distracted by you, eyes greedily running over your body. The dress doing even less to cover you in the daytime light, the make-up smudged and half-disappearing, revealing a younger – cuter – face.
You’re relatively obedient too, toning down your hysterical cries after he harshly yelled at you. He could bet that if he put on a mean face and threatened you, you’d probably suck him off.
◾ Yandere!Criminal who finally gets his money, a large grin opening up in his face as he receives the cash. More than enough for him to move into a fancy mansion on a private neighborhood and retire for the rest of his days.
No more stealing, no more spending his days worried about rent or food. Now he can finally sip on a freshly-made margarita and relax by the infinity-pool of his new house, the sunny rays hitting his toned skin.
Maybe after he’s done with his drink, he’ll go pay you a visit. You’re still adapting to your new house - and him, hence why he’s keeping you in a tight leash (literally).
Now you’re all his. His little ATM.
#@mrsdarkandyandere7#yandere x you#yandere x reader#tw: yandere#yandere concept#female reader#yandere headcanons#yandere oc x reader#yandere x darling#yandere imagines
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My local bodega is now selling bagged cocktails. I rarely drink these days because I find increasingly alcohol doesn't agree with me, but I'm tempted simply on the basis of wanting to find out how terrible a cocktail can be.
[ID: A photograph of a rack at my local bodega, which holds several mylar bags; the nearest one is labeled "Ginger Grapefruit" and is "made with vodka, grapefruit juice, and natural flavors". It has a spigot built into the bag for pouring. Also visible are bags labeled "Tullamore Dew Irish Whiskey Triple Distilled". ]
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How do ny clexa celebrate their first summer vacation together?
They take Lexa's beat up old "antique" (a rust bucket, as Clarke affectionately calls it) blue short bed Ford out to go camping for the week after they're both out of school for the summer, Lexa finally finished her first year of Law school and Clarke having some time off before starting her final internship of art school.
They drive up to the Catskills, Lexa managing to call in a favor from Anya's old schoolmate to let them borrow their cabin for the weekend.
They spend the weekend reading and lazing in the sunshine, drinking in the free time and each other and the quiet stillness of nature.
When they get back to the city, they carve out pockets of time for each other between Clarke's internship and Lexa's part time job at the local hardware shop (where she works as a favor to Gus). It includes lots of popscicles in front of their fridge in their underwear when their little AC unit breaks, and happy hour cocktails with Clarke's art buddies Wells and Emory on the cute little patio in Brooklyn that they know and love.
Sharing a headphone on the subway line, staggering home tipsily to wait at the cheap, so-greasy-your-fingers-will-shine-but-so-good one dollar slices that exist beside the bodega beneath their apartment.
It's a summer of love and nature and silly giggles and memories.
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Cragganmore Whisky Distillers Edition
The Cragganmore Distillers Edition is a special bottling from the renowned Scottish distillery Cragganmore in the Speyside region. Finished in selected casks, including former sherry casks, it offers a balanced blend of sweet, fruity flavours and subtle smoky nuances. The smooth texture and pleasant finish make it suitable for both pure enjoyment and sophisticated cocktails. With its unique flavour profile, the Cragganmore Distillers Edition embodies the heritage and tradition of Scotch whisky in a fascinating way.
Cask type : American and European refill oak casks, bodega port casks
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Ayo, why does eating cause weight gain. Why is life so cruel...?
I LOVE FOOD.
GIVE ME ALL THE ROASTED PUMPKIN WEDGES, ROASTED TURKEY WITH HOMEMADE CRANBERRY SAUCE, SOUTHERN MAC N CHEESE, CANDIED YAMS, BUTTERED STRING BEANS.
GOOEY CHEESEBURGERS, CRISPY FRENCH FRIES, SPARKLING LEMONADES, REFRESHING ARNOLD PALMER COCKTAILS, CRISPY AND GOOEY GRILLED CHEESE SANDWICHES WITH RICH TOMATO SOUP, CRISPY AND JUICY BIRRIAS WITH HOT AND SAVORY CONSOME, BUTTERY ROASTED CORN.
CREAMY AND RICH VANILLA AND CARAMEL ICE CREAM IN BETWEEN PILLOWY CINNAMON COOKIES, MOLTEN OOEY GOOEY HOT FUDGE LAVA CAKE, CREAMY AND COMFORTING TRES LECHES CAKE, NOSTALGIC PUMPKIN PIE, FRUITY AND REFRESHING MANGO PHILADELPHIA WATER ICE IN A PLASTIC CUP FRESH FROM OUTSIDE THE BODEGA FOR $0.25.
STEAMY, MEATY, FILLING, RICH MEATLOAF, CRUNCHY GOLDEN FRIED CHICKEN, SPICY GRILLED STUFFED RED PEPPERS FILLED TO THE BRIM WITH TOMATO-Y AND SEASONED BEEF, CRISPY CRUNCHY MEATY GOOEY SPICY JALAPEÑO LOADED NACHOS.
Foooooooooooood...
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Today on Miles Draws Something, I decided to draw the Clerk from a bodega I like to visit frequently as Spider-Man.
Clerk is.. well, she’s the clerk of a tiny ass bodega in NYC. She seems to only go by the name “Clerk” so that is what I call her. She generally doesn’t talk much about herself and seems to only be interested in selling her wares (some of which is… uh.. stuff you wouldn’t exactly find at a regular bodega such as ammunition, weapons, supplies for crafting web fluid/Molotov cocktails, First Aid sprays).
While she can be sardonic and rarely do you get any straight answers out of her, she is extremely helpful to me in terms of providing supplies for me at decent prices (and the fact that her bodega happens to be a save room makes life so much easier for me). She’s.. also kinda cute too.. but I digress.
While Clerk is hard to really get a grasp on, she does seem like she’s great at keeping secrets and… I think she already knew me the moment I first stepped into her bodega. It’s… weird. She’s weird. Her bodega is weird. But I don’t think I’d get very far without her.
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First Day of Autumn Felt Like Summer
A beautiful start to fall in West Michigan. My morning coffee saw our Pacific Rhododendron blooming three months later than usual. I’m not complaining. It will be cold here soon enough.
The warm weather didn’t stop the launch of three new fall cider cocktails today at Virtue Farm.
Ditches & Culverts Cherry Mitten cider, Rare Tea Cellar’s Italian Green Almondine, angelica root syrup, fresh lemon juice. Served on the rocks in a bodega glass. A cider version of an Amaretto Sour.
Ready For The Big Reveal? Malted honey sarsaparilla, Rare Tea Cellar’s Horchata Chai, Blueberry Mitten cider, Angostura bitters, cream, nutmeg. Served up in a pub glass. An elevated iced chai with cider.
Wild About Game Rare Tea Cellar’s Berry Meritage & Forbidden Forest Lapsang Souchong, Cardinale cider with Brettanomyces, 2:1 Demerara syrup, Angostura bitters, twice slapped sage. Served up in a coupe. A savory cocktail of contemplation.
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The food and drink carts scattered around the ballroom offer a wide variety of delicacies for ball attendees, but each has a special menu with exclusive 133rd Hunger Games confections and concoctions!
Metropolis Mixology
The Panhattan - by M
- 2 oz. whiskey of choice - 1 oz. sweet vermouth - 1 dash of orange bitters - Stir, pour, then top off the glass with pineapple juice - Garnish with a pineapple slice or a cherry, as preferred.
Riptide Raspberry - by Rainy
A blue-raspberry flavored gelatin shot with layers of whipped cream and vanilla ice cream, topped with white candy woven candy and silver lusterdust. What better way to say go team?
The Hurricane - by Kaye
Despite its rainy-day appearance, this cocktail packs a cotton candy sweet taste with a punch of vodka. Beware the Category 5 hangover that might follow!
The Bodega Cat - by Kaye
This blood-red cocktail is a bourbon-cherry concoction as sophisticated as a pampered feline and with a burn to rival the razor sharp cat scratch of an alley cat.
Do Tributes Dream of Electric Mutts? - by Lena
The sun sets over the city, and the moon drenches the skyline in silver glow. Tucked throughout, tributes slumber, or yearn for sleep. And what do they dream of? Find out for yourself with this very special tonic. Careful, though... A few sips, and you'll find yourself unable to keep your own eyes open much longer. Sweet dreams.
Cosmopolitician - by Greta
Crush pomegranates like you would rebel hopes and let them lie at the bottom of this decadent and classy drink that mixes vodka, triple sec, cranberry juice, and lime juice. Features a glittery sugar rim for this glittering city and a lime wedge.
End of the Whirled - by Greta
Layer a shot of absynthe with purple glitter liqueur for this beautiful and dangerously insidious cocktail that you know is going to hit you, but boy are you going to enjoy it while it lasts.
World's Flair - by Greta
Embrace the sweetness of the pre-Dark Days world with the spicy kick of knowing what's to come by mixing equal parts coconut rum, midori, and blue curacao with two parts lemonade, shaken over ice and then strained into a martini glass lined with dashes of Old Bay and a hot chili sea salt rim. A lemon slice adds a solar flare to the world that once was.
Capitol Crumbs Bakery
Sweet and Tart Catcake - by Virginia
This cupcake looks sweet and sugary from the outside, but just like the bodega cats prowling the Arena's streets, it has a sharp, tart center of blackberry cream — though it doesn't look like much, it packs a punch! The chocolates are also infused with blackberry.
The Murder Muffin - by Rainy
a tabbylike marbled muffin of chocolate and vanilla, topped with chocolate spots, a dust of cinnimon sugar, and a swiping of chocolate clawsting.
Ball Brownies - by Lena
Mahlon's special, still made with essence of ether (for as long as supplies last). So what if the price is doubled from last ball? You want the thing or not?
May the Odds be Ever In Your Flavor
City Lights Burger - by Virginia
This burger is made to look like a city night, in all its glowing glory. Patties can be made of beef or beans, but either way, they'll still come out bright blue — as will all the toppings.
The Freezer Burn - by Rainy
Inspired by the greens that entice so many tributes in the food court, pick a healthy and bright tasting salad! topped with a hard-boiled egg and fresh green tomatoes. So good it’s worth freezing for.
Victory Sundae - by Kaye
Feel as triumphant as a Victor while dining on this rich chocolate ganache poised on a soft bed of edible gold flakes, with caramel-chocolate ice cream, gold cookie crumble, and a healthy topping of whipped cream and delicate chocolate wafers on top.
The Bloodslide - by Greta
This update on a classic Cup of Dirt features crushed sour gummy people six feet under a layer of Black Forest ice cream (dark chocolate with cherry swirls), a layer of chocolate cookie crumbles, a layer of chocolate pudding, a thin layer of raspberry syrup (or, for the more alcoholically minded, raspberry liqueur), and chocolate shavings. The dish is then topped with a scoop of raspberry ripple ice cream, dark chocolate ice cream, chocolate covered marshmallows, and spun chocolate in a shape reminiscent of the Cornucopia.
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HEAD LIKE A COCKTAIL SHAKER LIVING IN A HOUSE LIKE AN OLD BODEGA
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I posted 8,501 times in 2022
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Currently am on the many sleeping drugs plus cold medicine and they are stirring my eyes around in a talky way so helllo how are you? I have been reading about komodo dragons with their heads in buckets and also people having hypothermia debated with the ice-water dunked and that all makes for a weird clacking noise in my stirry brain cocktail.
I appreciate the tungls yes I do. They keeps all my various ideations to a dull roar.
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My dog is an underwear thief.
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Can we see the puppy
Yes, absolutely!
Here’s Freya milliseconds before realizing She’s Bored and It’s An Emergency
And here she is immediately after:
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My #1 post of 2022
You know what I wanna see? A story about Gotham centered on, like, Gotham paramedics, social workers, legal aid & pro bono lawyers, stuff like that. Emergency services that aren’t the cops. People who help people past the point of ”OK who needs to get punched and/or arrested?”
Think of it, that shit would be wild. Like, how long does this city go between crises where entire city blocks get hit with aerosolized amphetamines? Someone has to deal with that shit.
Look, my sister’s a social worker, and she was telling me about this meme her coworkers found on facebook, some pro-cop bullshit where it was like, ”Well what if there’s some 200 pound naked guy running screaming down the street, you wanna send a social worker after that guy?” And every one of them was like, ”Uh. Yeah. That’s it, that’s the job.”
And like, not that the job doesn’t attract its share of bullies and abusers- I’ve been on the wrong end of shitty social workers before and it sucks- but at least it’s a profession that generally considers it a failure if the client ends up dead, injured, or in jail. At least there’s a potential there for stories that show the humanity of the people who would otherwise only show up to get rescued or have the crap beaten out of them.
Like. Tell us about a homeless shelter in Gotham. Tell us about a food kitchen. Who are the regulars there, and why? Who works there? What’s a day treatment meeting look like in a place where the supervillains cook up a new Crazy Debilitating Gas every week, some of which can fuck your shit up permanently?
What about people just trying to get to work in a situation like that? I bet after a while they just started selling gas masks at corner bodegas. (Probably mostly shitty ones.) Average Gotham Citizen has got to have so much PTSD about it.
I heard somewhere that DC has an editorial rule that goes, ”Gotham always gets worse,” and like. How can you hear that and not feel crushingly depressed? If you can’t tell a Batman story where Gotham gets better, where’s the space in there for hope? Isn’t that what escapist fantasy is supposed to be about? And ”Gotham never gets better” says the opposite of that, it says, ”There’s no escape, nothing gets better, let’s go watch some more civilians get blown up and then punch someone about it to show we care,” and that’s. Terrible. Like 40 cakes worth of terrible, OK?
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[ MALAISIE - Penang ]
Samedi 1 octobre : Quand notre non-organisation se voit chamboulée
On avait prévu de se lever à 5h pour faire le lever de soleil a Penang Hill... Comment vous dire qu'avec la soirée de la veille, c'était mal parti! On se réveille tranquillement et on essaie de prendre un billet de train pour Kuala Lumpur sur internet (ouais ouais pour le lendemain! Team last minute je vous dis). Mais impossible... On décide alors d'aller à la gare directement (allez c'est parti pour taxi/ferry/bus, les transports ça nous manquait!)
Arrivées au guichet, pas le choix, il ne reste que le train de 5h ou celui de 6h le lendemain matin. Ça sera celui de 6h. On chamboule alors nos plans car il nous reste finalement qu'une aprem a Penang.
Phong nous a donné ce beau surnom "Orgalarrache" (organisation a l'arrache)🤣. Jusqu'ici ça avait fonctionné mais le karma nous a puni pour notre manque d'organisation !
On file ensuite manger la fameuse Nyonya food. Peut être qu'on a fait des mauvais choix mais c'etait bien moins savoureux que la street food qu'on a pu manger jusqu'ici!
TJ, notre ami de la veille, nous rejoint et nous aide dans notre recherche de pâtisseries. Manger le plus possible.
- TJ c'est ses initiales, parce qu'il a un nom chinois imprononçable -
On partage ensuite un taxi pour visiter un temple chinois gigantissime avec un panorama de dingue!
On enchaine avec un tiers-lieu, le HinBus pour boire un verre. Dans notre objectif culinaire, on lui demande de manger une autre spécialité malaisienne, le Laksa. Tous les resto de laksa sont fermés et TJ en trouve un, vers le temple (allez on repart!)
Nous finissons la soirée dans le fameux bar de Zoé, Le Bodega Bar, un bar caché et branché qui fait des cocktails locaux délicieux (drink au padan, lait de coco, alcool de riz, fruits exotiques). Encore une fois, on se fait inviter!
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El Casino de Alicante y la bodega MGWines organizan una cata con cocktail solidaria el 17 de mayo en beneficio del cáncer infantil
El Casino de Alicante y la bodega MGWines Familia Miñano Gómez han organizado ‘Veladas con Alma’, un evento benéfico que se celebra el próximo viernes 17 de mayo en el Casino de Alicante para colaborar con ASPANION, la asociación de cáncer infantil de la Comunidad Valenciana. El acto consiste en una cena tipo cocktail que dará comienzo a las 20:30 horas, además podrá complementarse con una…
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Animals.
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cw: mafia and other matters of the sort (drugs, alcohol, gambling, etc.), smut smut smut, piv (unprotected), the worst relationship in the world (but fr this time), toxicity, hate, enemies to fuck buddies, BIGGGG age gap (25&50)
a/n: You know me. This is not Proofread.
Fates cross and the two worst people to have ever laid foot in New York City are suddenly tangled in each other's webs...
(Very inspired by Animals by Maroon 5)
The social club looked like it could be taken out straight from the 1920s: wood panneling all over the walls, leather chairs, sofas and armchairs....
A large bar counter with two impeccably dressed bartenders behind them, in suits and bowties, preparing cocktails and drinks poured nearly straight from the expensive thousand-dollars-worth liquor bottles.
A jazz band playing in the corner stage, a few blackjack and roulette tables in the further back of the room, elite only, away from prying eyes.
The bar takes cards, for everything else, it's live cash or checks. And people make sure to play like they intend on losing their entire fortune. It's more fun that way.
Champagne coupes, whiskey tumblers, cigars aplenty... Maybe even a bit of cocaine, for the more adventurous ones... And, of course, escorts galore.
Men in suits lounging all around, young women in slinky dresses perching on their knees, greedy male hands smoothing over the smalls of their backs, the crooks of their waists, around the soft skin of their thighs, their arms, their necks, their hair.
Protection details and henchmen were left at the door, like dogs tied on a pole outside the bodega in the corner. Guns and knives are checked with the bags and coats. Neutral territory, they call it.
Incardo Lozada Buffonge sits in a leather couch in the corner, a pretty blonde woman sitting on his lap. She's foreign, speaks little English, smiles too much, fidgets with his tie and lets him grope her to his will.
His dark hair is slicked back, his suit, Armani, white on white, polished shoes reflecting the yellow tones of the vintage lamps and candelabras that light the space in warm tones.
To his right, Amarion Bindo Gerardo, his second-in-command, black on black, matching the boss, but the complete opposite of him. They talk in hushed whispers, drinking and looking around, taking note of adversaries, rivals, acquaintances and the rare ally.
The room isn't too full, but the event is still a real who's who of the underground business. Mob bosses, corrupt politicians, military leaders and law agents, cartel bosses, Yakuza, Triad, Bratva... Anyone that has stakes in the crime syndicates of New York City is present.
Incardo's eyes find their way across the room to the blackjack table. From where he's sitting, he can see her from the side. Sitting dead center, across from the card dealer, arms resting on the edge, holding her set of cards.
Long, sleek brown hair, tied back into a half-up, half-down hairstyle, long slender arms, longer slender legs, a tan that is, in no way, artificial, wearing an off-white dress, corsetted up top but loose around the legs, with a slit that gives a tantalizing view of her thigh.
She's young. He wouldn't put her a day over 25. And she's beautiful. Beautiful enough for him to want. Same with any other young, beautiful woman he sets his eyes on. Good for a night or two and never again.
But she's not like the escorts around the room, which are free for use by any of the men who want them. No, that woman... She carries he sophistication of a woman who was raised with money and not meant to entertain the men around her, like the others, poor things, much akin to a pig in a dress.
She's in the big boy leagues. If nothing else, he could tell from her outfit, a dress that has to have cost thousands of dollars, gold jewelry and make-up a plenty... But there's also the fact she has her own advisor standing behind her, one he recognized from many of these events in the past, though the name escapes him.
"That one-" Incardo murmurs and uses his chin to gesture toward her vaguely, bringing his glass of red wine up to his mouth.
Amarion glances over to the woman Incardo pointed out. "That's... Tony DeLuca's daughter, I believe."
"Ah." Incardo tuts in acknowledgment and nods his head. "Sure doesn't look it."
"Takes after her mother." Amarion replies as he looks between the brunette and Incardo. "Not a concern for us. Have no business to conduct with them. She's just here representing her old man."
"Hm..." Incardo murmurs and nods, pondering the sight of the pretty woman that kept playing Blackjack with the men around her. Japanese on one side, Russian on the other, and another Italian, from a rival family, further down the table.
He noticed how her eyes, surrounded by sparkly make-up, green and bright, shifty and vixen-like moved about the table, noting everyone's expressions, noting the dealer's movements... Watched everyone receive their new cards.
And then she suddenly bets big, pushing her own pile of chips forward, straightening her back, her eyes catching the other men's... None of them backed out. They never did...
So, as they flipped the cards over and she showed her hand, the men around the table immediately groaned and 'tsked'. "Pleasure doing business with you, gentlemen." She announced. "Better luck next time, ah?" She teased them and smiled broadly.
Then, she got up and leaned forward, wrapping her slender arms around the stacks of chips and bringing them toward her seat, a satisfied, smug smirk on her plump, shiny lips.
She turned to her consigliere, an older man with grey hair that he'd seen accompany her father and her brothers to events like this before, and gestured vaguely for him to keep her chips.
Then, she slipped out of her stool and crossed the room toward the bar. Incardo saw his opportunity in it. He kept looking at her, eyes locked on her, her body, her smooth skin, her polished red-bottom heels...
Once she turned away from the bar with a drink in hand, he was surprised to find her with a couple of lowball glasses with a yellow-ish liquid in it. Amaretto, most likely, if he knew his Italian alcohol well.
She returned to her consigliere and offered one of the drinks to him, who gave her an almost paternal look, as if implying 'Are you trying to get me drunk?'. She returned an impish smile, which caused the man to sigh and take it, before thanking her with a reverential nod of his head.
The consigliere's brown eyes then slid over to Incardo, finding him sitting and staring at them. At her. Leaning his head down, he spoke softly to the young mafia princess and she turned to look over her bare shoulder at him.
She raised her drink in an act of greeting and cheers, from a distance, and he returned the gesture with his own glass of wine. He watched her take a sip of her drink, eyes still locked on him, from the corner of her eye.
After he watched her take her drink, Incardo glanced at the blonde currently on his lap and waved her off. And then, with his newly freed hand he beckoned the young DeLuca girl closer.
The brunette nodded and approached, coming to stand across from him, her pointy louboutin pumps barely an inch away from his own polished dress shoes.
He sits with his thighs parted in a position of pure and absolute power, a smirk on his lips, tugging his left corner upward as he gives a once over, pleased that the pretty thing is submissive enough to come when called, like a good pup.
Incardo raises his hand, presenting the back of it and his fingers to her, a silent demand for her to show reverence and respect. 'Kiss my hand, little one, show everyone that although you're pretending to be a big girl, you're playing second fiddle to us all, especially me'.
Her green hued eyes slide down from his face, across his arm and down to the hand he was presenting to him. A thick gold ring with a large octagon cut purple musgravite embedded in the middle.
She recognized it for what it was. Nothing but a stupid test, a ball measuring contest, if you will, trying to see who had the biggest pair. Even if she couldn't see it, she could feel all eyes on the two of them. And, oh, Gianna was about to make him look bad.
She handed her drink over to her consigliere, then, took Incardo's hand carefully with both of hers, with all the reverence in the world as she raised it toward her mouth, her eyes locked on his brown ones, eyebrows set down over her eyelids, intense and bold...
But then, before his hand was even within range to kiss his ring, she lifted it, like she was about to perform a little twirl for him under his outstretched arm, and used it as a crutch to sit down beside him, leaning back on the couch, crossing her legs, her foot brushing against one of his pant legs.
Everyone else also watching seems to freeze in shock, the room having suddenly gone silent to witness the power play performed by her, happening live before them.
Incardo watched her take her seat boldly, without so much as a greeting, let alone an invitation, then, the corner of his lip rose higher, a sadistic smirk took over his mouth and he licked his lips, amused by the little girl beside him.
Incardo waves off his second-in-command from the armchair beside them, a silent dismissal, to be alone with her... Her consigliere also makes himself scarce, but not before returning her drink glass to her. That drives everyone else in the room to go back to their previous conversations.
"You're either bold or stupid, Ms. DeLuca." The man tells her, murmuring near her ear, an arm already snaking to wrap around the small of her back, coming to rest on the side of her waist, already digging in.
Gianna leans into him and dips her head to the side, nearly setting it on his shoulder, so she can look him in the eyes properly. "Not stupid in any way, I guarantee you, Mr. Lozada." She murmurs in reply, eyes sparkling in the low light, as she takes a sip of her amaretto sour.
"I know... Saw that little play of yours in the blackjack table... Counting cards is illegal, don't you know?" He teases her, almost like he's poking about in her mind, trying to see what makes her tick, what might embarrass her or upset her, and give him control.
"I wasn't counting cards... I'm just very observant... and good at guessing." Gianna lies as she looks right into his eyes, not even flinching or trembling or hesitating, a smug smirk on her plump lips.
"Just like I guessed you'd appreciate me not being a little sheep for you." She slid her free hand over his thigh, before she slid it up over his forearm, down his wrist, and onto his hand, her perfectly-manicured fingernail grazing his musgravite ring.
"So you're just a gambler, are you, doll?" Incardo teases, his hand sliding down from her waist, grazing her hip and onto her thigh, feeling the warmth of her skin through the slit in the cream-colored skirt of her dress.
"Could say that..." Gianna murmurs as she takes a sip of her drink again, biting the straw with a mischievous glint in her eye.
"How about a wager then, just the two of us?" Incardo teases her, his fingers digging onto the skin of her thigh, causing her to shiver ever so slightly.
"What would this wager of yours..." She replies as she rolls over toward him ever so slightly, her leg crossing over his thigh, wrapped around him like a snake coiling around its prey, her heeled foot rubbing against the inside of his white suit leg. "entail exactly?"
Incardo swallowed down the last sip of his red wine while pulling the young woman closer to his robust chest, her breasts pressing against the side panel of his blazer as he squeezes her closer.
"Just a moment of your time... I'd like to prove how stupid I can make a pretty, young thing like you feel and act." He taunts her, brown eyes locked on her beautiful green ones.
"Oh... Mr. Lozada..." She teases. "No man can make me stupid... But you're welcome to try... It'll be a pleasure to see you fail." She chuckles.
She was bold, confident, maybe too much so. Perhaps it was hubris from her young age, and lack of experience, Incardo was sure of.
But the smug smirk on her lips and the certainty on her voice was irresistible... especially when he knew he could have her mewl and croon under his touch whenever he wanted to.
"I never fail at anything, doll." He murmurs in reply.
"Guess you're going to start now."
"It's almost... adorable how sure you are of that, doll... I'll let you continue being delusional, it suits you..."
Gianna's plump lips simply upturned into an bold, broad smile, flashing him her pearly whites, her canines a bit too pointy... There was a mischievous glint in her green eyes... Like a cat that ate the canary.
Then, she untangled herself from his embrace and got up, but not before purposefully and slowly spilling her drink all the way down the front of his 3-piece suit, staining it with the bright yellow liquid.
He didn't react, he tried not to, at least, though his eyes told her directly that she was going to be taught a lesson sooner rather than later...
But she purposefully kissed the air at him and then turned and strutted off, disappearing beyond the doors leading to the large penthouse balcony outside.
And, for the first time in his life, Incardo got up from his seat and gave chase.
That's how they ended up tangled in each other. Each other's web, each other's arms, each other's beds.
As the sun set outside, bathing the balcony in hues of orange, shining off her dress, off her make-up, off their polished shoes...
Her legs hooked on each of his forearms, spread as wide as possible to allow his hip to fit between them, her arms wrapped around the back of his neck, fingers digging into his scalp amidst his long black hair...
She moaned and whined, her head rubbing back on the ivy-covered trellis wall that decorated the patio, her back definitely getting marks of the diamond-shaped wooden trellis behind her.
His fingers dug into the meat of her ass, squeezing and holding her up in his arms, his dick bullying into her slick, greedy cunt with each snap of his hips.
Incardo was still perfectly composed, his tie in place, his vest buttoned, although the blazer wasn't, his pants still fastened by the belt around his hip...
Were it not for the way he was grunting and huffing from a mix of pleasure and the mix of stamina + physical strength to continue holding her, nobody would guess he was even having primal sex with a girl half his age.
Meanwhile, he was definitely making a mess of her, Gianna's hair was wild, her lips parted, her eyes heavy and hooded, her dress rolled up as far as can go, her long, tan legs fully on display for anyone who looked their way...
But people in this world knew better than to pry.
So what if the 25-year-old daughter of Tony DeLuca, the biggest mobster in Jersey was currently being fucked silly by the 50-year-old boss of the empire left behind after Adalardo Dakota Buffonge was murdered?
So what if, before then, she proceeded to emasculate him in front of his peers by refusing to greet him with respect, and by spilling a drink down the front of his suit?
So what if, from here on out, he starts to play with her and her family's business, until she agrees to play nice for him and be the little doll, the little toy, he wants to play with?
So what if, no matter how much he tries, she never does become what he wants?
That doesn't concern anyone but the two of them.
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Tombstone’s Doorstep.
Getting there wasn’t easy—a wild goose chase involving nightly run ins with T-virus infected people and animals made certain of that.
The most infuriating part—if you had to ask Miles—was the security system. Not so much for how sophisticated it was (because it ultimately wasn’t), but more so that all attempts to circumvent it proved to be impossible.
Break in through the windows? Nope. Lock pick? Nah. Break the door down? Forget it. The place seemed to be way more impenetrable than it looked—this was nothing more than an unassuming but somewhat rundown brownstone building hiding in plain sight. It’s almost like the entire universe itself refused to let Miles take an easy way in.
All it took was a pair of keys to get into the building. Simple enough.
Midnight approaches as Miles opened up his inventory, in search of the keys he fought a giant rat to get. Fishing it out, he inserts the key into the lock twisting it until he heard a click.
He was in.
The place had seen better days. Peeling linoleum floors that creaked at his footsteps. Water stained ceilings that complimented the mildew. The smell of dust nearly making Miles sneeze. The occasional clank of the water pipes.
Though it seemed that no enemies were near, the amount of ammo, material for crafting webs and Molotov cocktails, and Arklay herbs growing in random pots scattered on the first floor was enough to give Miles pause. From what remembered from Baltimore, this usually meant he was about to fight something big.
Miles tiptoed instinctively, wincing a little each time the floor squeaked underneath his footfalls.. He heads towards the center exterior staircase, quietly heading up the stairs to the third floor.
Knowing how thin the walls were in here, it seemed.. odd.. that he heard no sounds of life on any of the floors…
Not until he reached the third. Miles heard the sound of the rooftop access being shut, along with heavy footsteps dragging something along, just on the rooftop.
Miles sighed getting his gun out as he tried to ease his rapidly beating heart.
“You’ll be fine. You’ll be fine.. No big deal..” he muttered to himself as he reaches the roof access door. The door is open.
Tombstone was dragging Mr. Robertson towards the edge of the roof. Whether he was dead or unconscious, Miles could barely tell with how brutal Mr. Robertson’s injuries were.
Tombstone paused, turning his head to glare at Miles. “… I thought I told ya to stay out of my way, kid. This is personal, y’know.”
“Listen, I don’t know what you’re deal is but I’m not about to let you just run around and kill people left and right,” Miles said, refusing to leave as much as his instincts wanted him to flee, “This ends now.”
Tombstone smirks at that response before he violently threw Mr. Robertson’s body down on the floor, surely breaking a few bones at least and staining the roof with blood. Miles flinched, recalling a time he too was thrown in a similar manner by Tombstone.
“Now, I don’t know what your deal is either, ‘Spider-Man’,” he taunted as he steps closer, “And honestly? I couldn’t care less. As far as I’m concerned, you’re just another moron on the street who thinks he’s hot shit. So, I’m about to teach you the facts of life.”
Without warning, Tombstone pulled out a revolver, ready to shoot. Miles quickly webbed the guns, attempting to pull them away from him… only realize Tombstone had a death grip on his weapon.
Tombstone yanked at his gun, suddenly pulling Miles towards him just to deck him in the stomach. Miles yelped and he fell onto the floor, his health already half depleted. One more hit like that would send him back to Clerk’s Bodega in an instant.
Tombstone sneers as he stood over the hurting Miles, ready to crush him underneath his heel.
[Dodge]
Miles managed to roll out of the way, just barely missing being crushed to death. He runs, getting distance from Tombstone before he pulled out a Molotov cocktail.
With the wick ablaze, he threw it at Tombstone and he caught fire as the bottle shattered against his body. He roared, though it clearly wasn’t quite enough to cause him real pain, it was just enough to distract him as he tried to put himself out. Miles quickly grabbed a first aid fluid, wasting no time on healing himself.
The distraction didn’t last long. Tombstone, now fuming, rushed at Miles again.
[Dodge]
Miles just missed Tombstone by a hair as he timed a perfect dodge. With his gun in hand, he began unloading more and more bullets into Tombstone. This only added more fuel to the burning hatred he had for Spider-Man.
In a fit of rage, Tombstone ripped an air conditioning unit out and hurled it at Miles.
[Miss]
Miles failed to get out the way, with the unit colliding into him. Health dropped dangerously low as he lied on the ground with the hunk of metal on top of him. Tombstone was running full speed at him, full intending to pummel him to death.
Gathering his strength, he pushed it off of him just before Tombstone could reach him. With little time to think, Miles pulled out the last Molotov on him, lobbing it right into Tombstone’s face.
He screamed, clutching his face and writhing in pain as something seemed to move just underneath his skin. A second set of arms burst from his sides, dripping in viscera and tipped with sharp claws. Tombstone breathed heavily, an untold amount of pain wracking through him like no other.
“… What the hell are you?” He hissed, “In all my time out in the streets, I ain’t ever seen somethin’ like you.”
Miles stood before him, in just about as much pain as Tombstone was. But he wasn’t about let him think he had the upper hand.
“I’m Spider-Man,” Miles finally said, “… And if you wanna get out of this alive, you’re gonna leave Mr. Robertson alone.”
Tombstone glowered at him before he got up.
“I gotta hand it to you kid, you’re a lot stronger than I though you were. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’d be just like me.” He responded as he slowly gets up to his full height. “Tell you what: I’ll leave Robs alone. For now.”
He walks towards the edge of the roof. Before Miles could get a word in, he turned to face him, a knowing grin on his face.
“I’ll see you around, Spider-Man.”
He leaps off the edge, leaping onto the building across the street. Miles would’ve chased after him if Mr. Robertson wasn’t there, barely hanging onto life.
Miles hurried over to his side, checking for a pulse. Though it was weak, it was still there in spite of everything.
While he definitely needed medical attention, Miles decided to at least make some poultice bandages from his remaining herbs to stop him from bleeding out before he could reach a hospital.
Though he winced from the wounds he had been inflicted with moments earlier, Miles pushed forward with Mr. Robertson in tow.
He’ll have time to rest when he gets home…
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