Carmine had to laugh at the difference in these two broads. The more stable-looking one, Roxy, even had the guts to take a cigarette from his pocket. He liked that. His eyes flickered back and forth between the two girls and their various assets on display producing his silver lighter to ignite the pilfered smoke Roxy was gesturing with. Once the cherry glowed brightly, he flipped the cover closed with a one-handed motion, tossing the lighter up into the air, then catching it in his breast pocket.<br/><br/>"Carmine Russo," he said, introducing himself without really needing to, "and I own this joint. Glad to see a couple of dames like you stroll in. Even better yer sittin' here with me."<br/><br/>Indeed, the Capo's mind was already wondering just what these girls were up to. They didn't seem to be affiliated with any rival family; they were too obvious. An infiltrator would have tried to look like she wasn't trying to be noticed. These gals were just looking for a good time, and Carmine was more than happy to show them just how good things could get. "What's your poison, ladies? It's all on me, tonight."