Shawn bit back a sense to laugh, never having gotten over how such a short fat individual could also be the most menacing criminal this side of New Orleans. “A gift of high value and also remorse.” Bill began as he scratched his chin, neck jiggling in the process. Looking up at Bill with a half smile he slowly put the ring onto his right hand knowing the symbol was the families crest given only to those worthy. Peering at the engravings withing the dimly lit booth, he took notice of a skull wearing a fedora and the days date of February 1st 1970. Reluctant Shawn reached forward and opened the box sighing lightly before pulling out a ring. Eyeing the box and then to Shawn he almost demanded in the simple silence of background music and stomping of feet on the stage. Reaching forward Bill placed the small brown box in front of him with a smile. Fishing out a small box he dropped it in Bill’s hand before giving Shawn a dirty look of betrayal. Sighing the man walked up and dug in his red tight pants that matched his long collar shirt. Alderman stated as he opened his hand without giving him a motion to rebuttal. Lifting his hand he motioned towards the man in the Afro. “But as I do with all my family members I must offer a parting gift.” Bill added as he searched Shawn’s gaze to look him in the eye. Sniffing it before indulging himself he sat it back down with a pleased sigh. Shaking his head he reached forward grabbing a small glass of aged scotch. “Ahh Shawn call me Bill, no need for such a formal conversation this is a party after all!” Bill replied as he followed the mans gaze back to the stage with an odd grin. Drifting his stare he watched as a familiar female danced with the other show girls looking none to pleased by the sour look on her face. His eyes drifted to the small casino and gambling den near the center stage of the show girls. Taking in the stench of intoxicating alcohol and cigar smoke, he began to feel nauseous wishing to remove himself from the booth. Alderman.” The man began as he rubbed his chin looking around the club. “We both know I was only hear to get off the streets Mr. His clothes pressed and clean with a jean jacket and bell bottom jeans to fit the occasion at the club. His medium length hair and long sideburns gave off a distinction of clear youth and fine grooming. You want to leave my family for a better life?” The balding man began as he stared intently at a young twenty something year old. Perking his eyes in front of him his face turned serious and rigid as if all matter of joy had vanished. Puffing on his cigar he leaned forward and extinguished it on the table leaving a scorched mark. Shrugging it off the balding man sat back and rested his hands behind his head smiling as if he was already in heaven. The man simply nodded as he dug under his fingernails with a knife, bored with the life of the party within the club. Licking his lips as he nudged a black tall male with an Afro the size of a picnic basket. He watched perversely at the show girls on stage as they danced in their low dresses and knee high boots. The make was fancy much like his striped suite that gleamed with a blue haze from the illumination of the room. The booth was smoky as a fat balding man sat in the shadows puffing on his cigar.
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