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Rishon Glantz<br/>
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</div></div><br/>Mica and Rishon strode into the Raven's Nest bar. The name was an unsubtle attempt at creativity, but the business had exactly the same kind of reputation as the rest of the organizations the Glantz family worked with. That is until they broke the rules. The only rule, clearly stated, and they broke it. Mica grimaced, but Rishon slugged him in the shoulder, then over the next few hours proceeded to instigate the kind of night at bars one only hears stories about afterward. Mica hovered close to his younger brother as Rishon womanized everything that moved, including the men it made the most uncomfortable, because Mica wasn't there on a social call. He identified each of the exits, customers that were obviously oblivious, the men "in charge," and the salt of the earth men that kept the place running.<br/><br/>About halfway into the night, Mica marked the offending customers. The two men entered quietly, took a table in the back room, and started ordering whiskey that they clearly weren't planning on paying for. They were soon accompanied by two working women, compliments of the house, of course. The ladies were daily drivers, overt but not without charm. Almost an hour later they were joined by the host of the establishment, along with his besuited associate. Half a cigar later, the true merchandise made her appearance.<br/><br/>She was dressed to kill, and didn't seem to think much of it. She surveyed the room with the disinterest of the beautiful, then approached the bartender, who was already pouring her martini. Mica repositioned at the table for a joke Rishon was telling their 'best friends' for the evening, and by the time the Mica saw the stunning blonde again, she was working the customer who'd come up behind her.<br/><br/>Mica's eyes were starting to drift back to the table when he noticed the woman smirk at him from over the man's shoulder. He let his eyes keep moving but tuned into their conversation. At that precise moment Rishon came to the uproarious punchline of one of his jokes, but Mica didn't miss the exchange. The first hour to keep her comfortable. The second hour to take her away. That was how it was going down. She had no idea. Mica grimaced and Rishon took the hint, transitioning his patter from boisterous encouragement to loud, drunken goodbyes. When the standard fare finally trickled out for the night there were three women and seven men left in the room.<br/><br/>The customers of Shailen Rappaport's deadly sin were becoming more agitated the longer Mica and Rishon remained, and when they noticed Rishon catch the lady's eye, the conversation stopped at their table. This was the moment Mica had been waiting for. He made his move. Mica turned in his bar stool, and was the first to rise. Shailen rose next and called out to Mica as he approached the table. "Look buddy, we're closed. Go get your next drink somewhere else."<br/><br/>"Oh, I know, Shailen, and I plan on it. There's just one thing I wanted to ask you first. Did you think I wouldn't notice?"<br/><br/>The customer seated next to Shailen slid his eyes to Mica, but Mica ignored him. Rishon, however, didn't. He moved between the customer and Mica, tilted his head to the side, and gave the man a grin that was far, far too wide.<br/><br/>A brief question appeared in Shailen's eyes, but it drained away into pale-faced panic as Mica continued. "How is it, within a week of opening your account, the first thing you do is break my one and only rule?" Mica strode toward the table, using Rishon's body to block line of sight as he reached for his weapon. He expected to hear the beginning of a lie. He expected to see the desperation of the guilty exposed. What he saw instead was the horror of confused innocence. What he heard was the sputtered beginning of a name he'd already heard.<br/><br/>Rishon cut the tension with a laugh, and moved to the table to take a seat and toss his arm around Shailen. "Come now Brother, is that any way to greet our cousin? Look at him, he's scared shitless!" Rishon suddenly scrunched up his face in disgust as he reeled away from Shailen, "Whew, make that pissless!"<br/><br/>Mica's grimace shifted from dire to tired, and he released his clenched fist as he let his hand fall down by his side. "Finish your transaction, cousin. I need to have a word with Giovanni in the back room, then you and I have business to attend to." He strode toward the end of the bar, then paused. "Oh, and Shailen? Could you keep an eye on Rishon for me? You never know what he might get up to if left unsupervised."<br/><br/>Rishon kicked back in the chair and lifted his hands to fold behind his head. The bartender, Giovanni, looked up at hearing his name, set down the glass he was polishing, tossed the rag onto the counter, then followed Mica into the back room, neither of them looking back. Rishon beamed at each person in turn, then showed his teeth as he turned his grin back on Shailen. "We're gonna have to get you new trousers, bud."<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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