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"That's gonna make it hard to talk to him about it."
"Yeah," I say with a small chuckle. "It certainly is."
"We're here," Marco says as he turns off the engine. I sit up and open my eyes.
The neon sign for "La Tavola Nostra," which means "Our Table," flashes in the darkness. I follow Marco into the place and we take a seat in the back. A waitress brings us drinks without us having to ask.
She smiles at me.
"Hey Teddy," she says.
"Hey, Frankie," I reply back to her. She's a bubbly blonde who I just so happen to fuck in the back room of this very establishment on occasion.
"Haven't seen you around for a while," she says, rocking her petite frame back and forth.
"Been busy and all," I say.
"Sorta thought you forgot about me," she pouts.
I can see she's wearing on Marco's patience. He's far less of a ladies' man than I am. In fact, I don't think I've ever seen him with a woman in all the years I've known him.
"We've sort of got some business to discuss," he says to her in a harsh tone, ending the conversation.
"Oh, okay," she says, seeming a little crestfallen. "Well, my shift ends in two hours," she says to me with a wink before walking away.
"That's hilarious that she thinks we'd need to wait until her shift is over," I laugh into my drink.
"Have you slept with every waitress at this bar?" Marco asks me.
"Nah," I say. "Only most of them."
"And yet the girl you're really in love with is a full-blown nun," he says. I can see the smirk on his face, even in the dim lighting.
"No one said anything about me loving anyone," I reply.
"Okay, sure. Made men always use their one election to bring a random girl they have no feelings for under the family's protection."
"Let's change the subject," I say to him. "When's the last time you've had any pussy?"
He nearly chokes on his drink.
"Awe, come on," I say when he doesn't answer the question. "I can't remember you dating even one girl in all the time I've known you."
"I like to keep my personal life away from my business life. Unlike some people I know," he says, nodding his head toward me.
"Sounds to me like that's the excuse of a man who has a lame personal life."
"Alright," he says, putting his drink down. "I didn't actually invite you here just to shoot the shit."
"Well, that's a shame," I say taking another swig of my drink. "And here I thought I was finally going to get some time off from more serious matters. After the night I've had," I say, holding up my cut hand, "I sorta just wanted to relax."
"I get that," Marco says, "but I do think there are some things you should be aware of."
I signal to a different waitress to bring me another drink, hoping to avoid another awkward confrontation with Frankie.
"You know I'm not really involved in the business side of things, Marco," I say, nodding to the waitress that puts another drink in front of me. "That's more Primo and to a certain extent Giovanni's, cup of tea."
Marco makes a face. "Thatwastheir cup of tea. Or, did you forget that they handed that particular job off to you when they finished warring over it."
