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Well, this was awkward. To put it simply, he didn't think he'd be on a date with the debt collector--- mafia? He wasn't sure to be honest, but he was indeed running from the very man just mere months ago. It was evening and the restaurant was admittedly fancy, its structure laid on a grass plain that led straight to the sea. It was an old and open building, resembling intricate buildings carved out of quartzite from civilizations lost to time. The interior was equally as fancy as the main structure, large marble tiles making up the floor and round dining tables for two lined with brass.

A bar was placed in the centre, serving drinks and light snacks, the fancy ones you’d eat on a Friday night with a side of wine and a movie. In a corner, a raised podium stood with live music being played. On the podium was a singer, fancy curls and adorned with pearls, long gloves and a black dress was she. A pianist sat in the background playing a slow melody, syncing the gentle drummer and other various instruments in the background to play a slow jazz medley. Fly me to the moon, Autumn Leaves, Misty, L.O.V.E and more old classics were sung and played in one harmonious take.

Chance sat at a table for two, the lighting soft sourcing from the candelabra to his left on the table casting soft shadows that bended with the small flames. A bouquet of red roses laid on the table, wrapped in intricate pink paper tied with shining golden lace and ribbon. Pink is an absurd colour to use for the literal mafia, but, Chance had noticed a pattern. How small ribbons for Lizzie, his big white continental rabbit, were always hues of light red and peach along with her collars. How small accessories from Eunoia were always contrasting his dark coats and fedora. He never wore them of course, but Chance couldn’t help but notice them arranged neatly on a shelf every time he went to Mafioso’s office.

As Chance sat tuned out, something brought him back to reality; the Escort at the entrance greeted someone. Mafioso. His date was here. Mafioso’s goons stood behind him; Contractee, Caporegeime, Soldier, and Consigliere. They were all looking pretty excited (to tease Mafioso) except for some, namely Soldier. When Chance was in debt, he gave all (namely Soldier) of the goons many troubles while tracking him down. So yeah, I’d be pretty pissed if the man I received multiple bullets and a migraine from started dating my boss too.

The minute Chance looked up, his heart skipped a beat, maybe two. Immediately, he got up and adjusted his slightly askew tie--- tripping himself slightly on his chair. “Mafioso…! You’re here!--- …You look amazing, if I do say so myself.” Chance starts, chuckling nervously and picking up the bouquet on the table. He hands it to Mafioso in a dramatic motion, bowing extravagantly to play off the nervousness and red creeping into his face. Mafioso receives the bouquet with an awkward hand, holding it while inspecting the golden lace and pink paper that wrapped the blood red roses.

“Ah! Let me get your chair…” In a I-Have-To-Be-Cool-Infront-Of-My-Date fashion, Chance rushed to Mafioso’s chair and nearly tripped, but made it with a wannabe cool slash nonchalant smirk and pulled his chair out for him. “…Thankyou, Chance.” Mafioso responded. He sat down across to Chance, setting the bouquet to his right on the table. A waitress comes over to their table, the name “Cherry” on a nametag clipped on a pocket on her chest. “Good evening sires! What would you like this fine evening?” Chance looked up at Mafioso with a lop-sided smile, waiting for his date to order first. In the mean time he scanned Mafioso’s outfit. Not the normal fur lined coat and suit he usually wore with a plain black fedora adorned with subtle texture changes that formed stripes, nope,

He was DRESSED. A white button-up with a black vest on top embroidered with roses that were only visible if the light hit at a certain angle. His black velvet fedora was adorned with a golden ribbon that wrapped around the crown as the hatband. He wore a leather belt with intricate designs burned into it. His pants were tailored to suit him and wore black Chukkas adorned with polished leather points at the toes and gold jewelry for charm. His outfit was stunning to say the least, it made Chance felt sort of inadequate with his simple suit and fedora with a rose perched on his chest.

With that, their first date begins.

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Gng this is just to say I will be continuing this and if you want some of your hcs in here lmk!! They won't be canon canon, they'll just be added like little facts you can take or not :3

BUSY DRAWING AND WORKING BTW....... I NEED TO DRAW THE SCENE HHG.....

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