A woman can in, pushed in between him and Beto making herself right at home. But before Jerry could say anything, a feeling of calm washed over him. He'd do anything to see her smile at him. Which she was doing, but she was also taking his attention away from her. He looked down at the picture of Durante and frowned. "Not my friend. I'm looking for him though."
Jerry smirked up at the tattoo artist. "I was just asking my friend here if he had his last known address. And he seems to want to talk to you." He turned to face her with a bright smile. "I'm Jerry, but you can call me Jer. That's Beto and Ana, and...." Jerry looked over at the name on the plauge, "This is Sergei. Could you help a guy out?"
Jerry smirked up at the tattoo artist. "I was just asking my friend here if he had his last known address. And he seems to want to talk to you." He turned to face her with a bright smile. "I'm Jerry, but you can call me Jer. That's Beto and Ana, and...." Jerry looked over at the name on the plauge, "This is Sergei. Could you help a guy out?"