Heartache and Bad Decisions (Manifesto)

[Legione Sumus]

Lucio Pirozzi

The world was falling part. His father was dead and he couldn't believe it. And killed by their very own half-sister. No! He slammed his glass on the bar. It was not something he would ever believe.

It was the last thing he did in the United States before he went to Moscow where his father had died. And tonight he found himself inside of one of the most expensive places to find a drink. It had been easy to get in. A quick flick of his hand across the bare hand and he was in with a twenty and not a name on the list or a bigger bill. He was a nobody in an everybody world.

His suit was exquisite. He channeled the vibe of the place, it wasn't hard to fit in where he didn't belong. But then he'd belong anywhere with a quick touch.

A blonde in a red dress sat staring at her drink. The sadness and questions wafted off of her he grinned as he took a seat two down from her and ordered a Whiskey Highball. When it came he took a long sip. "Drowning your sorrows?"