The clinking of glass and the soft murmurs of the criminals was all part of The Phoenix Drop, a mafia hideout and club. From assassins to crime bosses, this club would have everyone you'd want in jail attending. Along with the human crime lords, Meifwa and Werewolves were also welcomed at the club, only adding onto the danger of being there.
Tonight would be Wednesday, "Lucinda's Night", as the posters decorated on the club's cork board would advertise. From mission requests to wanted signs, the cork board was the hotspot for job offers and black market deals. Just as business worked in the club, the business run here would be the mafia's back-up to an absolute disaster. But in this time and place, who would imagine that sort of thing happening?
But just as the clock was striking close to 11pm, which would be the start of Lucinda's performance, the same routine every night before went as follows. As the care-taker of the club and the girl for your "take-care-of-this-person-for-me"'s, Katelyn walked into the club with her right-hand man following behind her, endlessly flirting and flirting with her. Yet he had his eyes on her, confidently going on and on about her, his flushed face beat his confidence as he was easily shot back at in their game called "How long does it take for Katelyn to blow a fuse?". Though they bickered at nonsense and participated in little, they made a great team when it came up to the tough jobs. In general, they were almost perfect for each other. But it turned out only one of them thought that.
Katelyn would wave her light blue hair out of her face, half of it covering her bright blue eyes and the other half tucked behind her ear. Her wear at the moment, which would be a white dress shirt with a night-sky blue vest and tie which was tucked into a dark blue pencil skirt with black leggings and some flats, would be the outfit she often wore at the club and on her jobs. The only changing things would be the bandages lacing her knuckles and arms. As for Travis, his hair was lazily styled and lacked consistency. He wore a white dress shirt with a black vest and black dress pants. He often tripped in his black dress shoes, probably because he only wore them because Katelyn liked them.
But enough about the lovebirds, those at the bar, which would be Zane, Garroth and Nana, were an interesting bunch. Zane tended the bar, having his hair tied up in a messy man bun covering his right eye and wearing a black mask to cover the lower-half of his face. He wore a white dress shirt, black dress pants, a black vest, and a black apron to cover the lower-half of his body. Garroth on the other-hand, had blonde hair that was often styled to cover the right side of his forehead and show off his sky blue eyes. He often wore a faded blue dress shirt with light brown suspenders and a dark blue tie. Along with the usual dress pants and shoes, his wear made him look understated compared to his role as the heir to the Ro'Meave clan. Though he wasn't as ruthless as his father wanted him to be, he disregarded his father's wishes and pestered his little brother for only working the bar and not going on jobs like his. Zane didn't mind Garroth's weird way of showing he cared though. But lastly out of the three, there was Nana. Though Nana's stage name was Kawaii-Chan, she didn't like to perform too much, not liking the attention after leaving the Meifwa Mafia and discarding her role in the clan for Aphmau's. But besides performing rarely, she take care of most of the assassin jobs, using her cheery exterior as an advantage. Otherwise, she wore a white collared shirt with a dark blue sweater tucked into a slim, black pencil skirt and black leggings with black flats.
She put her pink hair behind her ear, her soft yellow eyes gazing at Zane longingly. No one knew of her literal die-hard crush on Zane, no one but the highest crime lord in the club. Moreover, Ivy and Kim were the right-hand women of Lucinda. Kim and Ivy usually sat in the audience of her shows, Kim wearing a plain white collared shirt with a thin green bow and green suspenders connecting with black dress pants and contrasting her green glasses. Her thin brown eyes would squint at the crowd, her chocolate-brown hair with blonde streaks going through her hair. Ivy on the contrary wore her dark pink hair in a braid to her side, her piercing blue eyes contrasting her white dress shirt under a matching pink jacket and red tie with grey shorts and fishnet tights.
Working alongside Zane would be Gene, who would work if there were special offers happening with the boss or Zane would not be present, which happened rarely. He matched the same outfit of Zane's with short messy black hair. His slick personality was good when business was to be done. His smooth voice and daunting attitude matched his brother's, Dante. He was not as invested in the mafia business, especially because he worked against it. He didn't like to be a double agent, but his care and worry for his brother was more important than his job. His usual get-up, the same as Gene's to fit in, was when he'd be here for a personal mission for Gene or for the CIA.
Nate and Guy, the bodyguards of the club and of the mafia leader herself, were lovers as well. The two were inseparable, never concealing their love for each other. There would be days where the other had to leave for a job, an extremely rare incident, but painful for the other nonetheless. Guy was pale, having sky blue eyes and dark brown hair. Guy would wear a dark blue suit with a white dress shirt with contrasting black pants, often wearing colorful socks that corresponded with Nate's outfit the next day. Nate on the other hand wore a gray dress buttoned-up shirt with black suspenders, keeping his brown hair out green eyes for Guy to stare in. His tan skin and dark toned outfit let him blend in and add onto his mysterious exterior.
The floaters, as Lucinda likes to call them, were those who hung out at the club as outsiders. Kai, Ein, and Aaron were in that category. Kai and Ein worked side by side for those who request it. With corresponding suits matching their hair colors, they stay in the back of clubs, usually near the recruitment board. Aaron on the other hand, sung for the rest of the week, leaving out Lucinda's Night and other events. As a werewolf, he was often recruited for his talents, such as his agility, strength, and speed. With a black dress shirt and pants and red suspenders, he was eye-candy to the many women lurking in the club, earning admirers and enemies.
Now. This crime boss that is mentioned quite often. As the heiress to the MyStreet mafia, formerly ruled by Sylvanna and Zach "Falcon Claw", the power couple ruled the mafia for decades until handing it to their daughter at the age of 21. Aphmau was her name. Her golden eyes, her devious smile, she was the perfect fit for the job. She had her share of performances, sharing the business of the club with Katelyn while Kim handled some of the financial branches.
But the passing down of the mafia was not always supported. A certain red-eyed girl loved the attention of others on her special night, whom was Lucinda, the ginger-haired "she-devil". Some say she is more notorious than Aphmau, others disagreed. With the experience granted from the past generations of mafia leaders, many agreed with the choice of leadership in the mafia.
Enough with old history, atleast it was old history. Lucinda's night was starting as the clock struck 11pm and her opening act had shown. She snapped her fingers once, a spotlight shining on her. Her red eyes matched her bright red lipstick and golden eyeshadow. She gripped the microphone with white gloved hands and a short red dress that laid on her shoulders and was cut to show off her thighs. She watched Garroth as he started to put a beat on the drums. And she proceeded with her daily night.
As smooth jazz and Aaron's smooth voice rung through the club, Kim and Ivy murmured amongst themselves, waiting for Lucinda to finish getting ready to leave. The club was nearing closing time as the floaters remained and Kim and Ivy ditched. Nana was venting about her recent job offers to Katelyn in her office while Travis waited patiently for his friend, Dante.
"Watch it Aph!" Lucinda shouted, alerting the floaters and the remaining members in the building. Aphmau was holding up a gun at Lucinda as she held up her hands nervously, the two wearing the same get-up. Aphmau, with golden eyes and long black hair clenched her free fist and aimed.
Aphmau finally put it down after a second, sighing at her stupidity.
"Look Lucinda.." She rolled her eyes, brushing off her dress with her manicured nails. "You can stop it with this innocent act. I know you have been, spreading things, about me and my leadership. And I won't tolerate it." Her voice, deep, expressing her anger. That was when Lucinda let out a big laugh, losing her breath after a couple of seconds.
"Look, I say a couple things. No hard feelings?" She shrugged, trying to walk away and was stopped by a bullet grazing her dress.
She faced her, pivoting her hip to the side, swaying the microphone over her shoulders.
"Aph.. Hun. Just because you inherited this club and basically this whole empire doesn't mean you get to boss me around."
Bitterness seeped in her words as Aphmau gritted her teeth, earning Lucinda a harsh glare.
"Lucinda. I'm not bossing you around-." She placed her gun back in her holster underneath her dress. "I'm just treating you as you are. No hard feelings... Like you said..?"
She smirked at her Lucinda's words.
"That's it you petty Daddy's girl! There will be an END to your dumb reign over the MyStreet mafia! Mark my words, this will be the last time i'm treated this way!"
Lucinda smashed the microphone on the ground, earning the attention from Garroth at the drumset and Zane at the bar. Katelyn approached from her office and Nana followed behind her, both of them sharing worried looks. Nate and Guy watched from the shadows, one of them glad that this had happened.
"I guess that's how it's going to be." Aphmau smiled.
"You're not guessing anymore." Lucinda stormed off, leaving the confident Aphmau.
Little did she know, this little fight would lead to one of the biggest mafia rivalries in history.