I usually love the feel of suit, but tonight it feels like a strait jacket on me. All of the seven families are here, and their appointed guests. Everyone anxiously waiting to lay eyes on the King himself. Me, I am ready to get it over with, I do not see anything special about him. He is just a man, he can bleed and die just as I can.
I head to the bar, tugging at my bow tie.
"Whiskey on the rocks." The bartenders are all lookers, men and woman, here to serve in more ways than one for us. Mine looks to be Brazilian, slim and sexy; unfortunately she does not meet my taste. I give her a nod when she hands me my drink, she lingers with the hope of more.
Snatching the glass, I give her my back, and welcome the burn of my drink as it hits my throat. Scoping out the room, I know that I will
