Mica held the gun trained on Rishon's would-be assailant as he moved through the room until he and his screaming associate had exited the bar and stumbled out of sight. He aimed unwaveringly between the man's eyes, giving him a three-eyed gaze until he scrambled to pick up as much of the waterfalled cash as he could manage in the process of lifting and carrying his incapacitated associate from the Family's territory.<br/><br/>Rishon's pretty eyes went from lazy diligence to wide with adrenaline, then flattened and dulled as he recieved the Lilah's message. His tongue flipped in his mouth as he tilted his chin, as though at last recognizing a taste, and he stood arm outheld as he watched the woman's display. His lip and eyebrow curled into something between wry amusement and astonished disbelief at her request, but instead of answering he rolled his head back to see his brother setting the pistol on the table and taking a seat across from Shailen.<br/><br/>"Do it," Mica said. He removed his hand from his custom EDC X9 pointed away from anyone in particular, then set his elbows on the table as he interlaced his fingers and pressed his thumbs together. "Shailen, your failure to communicate distresses me."<br/><br/>Shailen trembled into an anger born of annoyance. "Nothing like this ever happened when your father was around, I-"<br/><br/>"Is that so?" Mica lifted his gaze to glare into Shailen's eyes. "Tell me, Shailen, how exactly would it be if my father were here and saw you allow one of the Family's associates be damaged in this way?"<br/><br/>Shailen's eyes flickered from Lilah's rising bruise to Mica's eyes, down to Mica's hands, and he became very quiet and very still.<br/><br/>"That's what I thought," Mica said.<br/><br/>Giovanni emerged from the back room, took in the scene with a glance, then picked up his towel and an ashtray, walked over to where Lilah was standing, set the ashtray down on the bar near her reach, then went about the business of tidying the bar for close.<br/><br/>Mica turned his head to note Giovanni's actions, then turned his eyes to the woman with the extraordinary abilities. "Lilah, isn't it? Ostensibly, by working with Shailen here, you've been an asset to the Family." He turned his gaze back to Shailen. "Fortunate for him to have this new line of business, now that the responsibility of running the Raven's Nest has been transferred from him." Mica waited for Shailen's angry eyes to rise before continuing, "Do we understand each other?"<br/><br/>Shailen blanched. He glanced away from Mica to the gun still sitting on the table, loaded, safety off, then back to Mica's hands. He grit his teeth, then pushed his chin out and nodded.<br/><br/>Mica rose from the table, holstered his gun, then strode to stand next to his brother.<br/><br/>Giovanni watched Shailen rise from the table, catch himself from stumbling out of the booth, then retreat to the back room. He shook his head, set the glass he'd finished cleaning on the shelf, then reached for the next one.<br/><br/>"Ivan," Mica said.<br/><br/>The bodyguard's eyebrow twitched and he met Mica's eyes.<br/><br/>"Could you keep an eye on Shailen for me? He has such a temper when left unsupervised."<br/><br/>Ivan snorted, then followed his charge to the back room.<br/><br/>Then as a pair, the brothers regarded Lilah:<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbMediaWrapper">
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</div></div><br/>Mica tilted his hand in invitation. "I don't know if you have plans for the rest of the evening, but if you've got, say, the next couple hours free, we know a nice place to get a drink nearby and you're invited."