If Lovi had half a mind, Tony would be the other one-fourth.

If that was the best explanation of their friendship, then perhaps them being two tomatoes on a vine would work too.

Despite all Lovi's irrational hatred towards Tony sometimes, she had to admit that Tony was one of the closest things to a best friend.

Maybe even more than a best friend.

Lovina Vargas wouldn't get into that though… her relationships typically ended with a bang… from one of her guns. Or – like the one that ended two years ago – smashing a vase over the base of their head. Which of course her sister Felicia wasn't too happy about. ("That fucking vase was so god damn cheap. It didn't matter. Besides it went to good use. Knocking that bastard to the ground.")

Once that bastard coward ran out of the bar, Lovina had decided to cool her head off. Only to smash into some guy's little Tomato stand.

"Mis Tomates!"

And since they were obviously going to talk in another language, Lovina streamed so many Italian swear words that Felicia and her grandpa would wash out her mouth with soap.

When she was done with all the cussing, suddenly the little tomato stand wasn't a tomato stand. It was lined with alcohol underneath.

And she did what she usually did whenever someone of interest came across her way, dragged them back into the room behind the kitchen in her grandpa's bar.

Thus became the (somewhat) friendship between Tony and Lovi.

Of course her sister Feli had to note that since becoming friends with him, ("I'm not fucking friends with him. The bastard just has good alcohol.) she hadn't been in a relationship.

That meant nothing. There just wasn't another person who could please her. Didn't mean that she and Tony had to be dating. But to Miss Holy-crap-there's-cute-romance-ve~ that obviously meant that there was. Feli could be described as an emotional woman who lived for love. Which made Lovi love her to death (She'd never admit that to Feli's face though) and hoped that she would get her own romance to obsess about.

And she did.

Lovi hated that guy she choose so much she could literally take all the booze behind the counter and chuck it at him.

But that's another story.

After Lovina had finished chit-chatting with Tony's new lackey, she told her to leave and opened the door back up to let her out. Lovina looked up from the stairs to find Tony still standing there.

"Tsk… you bastard… don't you have to take that poor bird home?" Lovina stretched out farther from the door frame.

The lackey looked back and forth between Tony and Lovi, "I-I can walk back by myself."

Lovina thought that this would be a good time to spook her, "You might wanna get out of here. I haven't told anyone yet that I got a newbie working for me. Be careful… there might be some gun shots around."

The lackey's eyes grew wide and promptly started charging down the alley way. Lovina kept her head in that direction until she couldn't see her anymore. Then her eyes darted back to Tony. His grinning face still there. She could feel her cheeks turning the bright red color of Antonio's tomatoes. As Tony walked over, her whole face flushed with heat. She hoped he hadn't seen that.

"Tony…" Lovina started, but stopped when she realized how girlish her voice sounded. Fucking bastard did that to her, "Some of those girls you get are real McCoys you know."

"I think you mean they're saps querida*."

Tony was a fool. Sometimes she thought that Amelia Jones could outsmart him sometimes, "Tsk… I was being sarcastic." Lovina walked back over to the door and waited for Tony to come after her. He still remained on the stairs.

"Porca vacca!* Antonio you bastard," Antonio turned. When Lovi started swearing in Italian things were going to go down, "Aren't you coming in? Feli kept on telling me that she hadn't talked to you in awhile. So…" Again her face came over with a bright red, "yeah. J-just come in… dammit." She passed through the door, keeping her hand on the edge of it. Tony took the weight from her and gripped it into her hands.

"Oh. How is little Feli?" Tony asked joining Lovina at her right side.

Lovina shrugged, "Eh… whatever. Getting married to that Potato bastard. I could go on about how much I hate his brother but…" She winced. That annoying Gilbert. He just wouldn't shut up about how he was the "bee's knees" (You fucker, that sounds unbelievably stupid. Like you, you bastard.) She had to hear him go on and on about it. Every. Single. Fucking. Day. Because her idiot of a grandfather had hired him as a bartender.

She was going to act like a Medici family member and dump a hefty loud of poison into his beer if he didn't shut the hell up.

"But what," Tony looked concerned.

"Nothing… it's nothing. Dammit." If she told Tony how she felt that her younger sister was getting married, she knew that her cheeks would turn so red that Tony would more than likely kiss her.

Not that that would seem bad.

But… dammit.

Why was love so fucking hard?

"Okay…" Tony stayed silent until they reached the end of the hall where the bar was located. Most everyone was gone, even Gilbert. Feli was behind the counter taking some of the dirty glasses that lazy Gilbert didn't clean.

"Ciao Sorella! Ciao Tony!" Feli greeted them as she set down one of the glasses, "What are you doing here Tony? I thought you were up in Canada?"

"Hm? No, Mattie didn't need me."

"You could've at least told him hi!" A loud booming voice came from down the hall. Lovina recognized that voice. It was Amelia F. Jones.

She sighed and lept up from her spot on the floor to venture to one of the stools. Lovina instantly sank her head down.

As if there weren't already idiots in her life.

Amelia flaunted herself down the steps that lead into the bar area. Her black flapper dress sashayed around as she tried to walk so elegantly towards everyone. The feather kept at the headband on her head followed the fake little trail of wind she carried.

"Hello hello! Good to see you back Tony," (Fucking talk to Tony, Amelia and I rip you out of that flapper dress right now), "Say… why didn't Mattie need you?" Then Amelia decided to sit on a stool right next to Lovi.

Kill. Me. Now. Lovina growled in her mind.

"Not sure… he was talking really sweetly about something though." Tony replied, noting that Lovi had slammed her head onto the counter. He walked over and stroked her back to ease the pain that was Amelia.

"IT WAS ROMANCE!" Feli scream nearly dropping an uncleaned cup in her hands.

Lovi raised her head from the counter, "Not everything is romance Feli. I'm sure something good just happened." She couldn't swear at Feli. She was too cute sometimes.

"Romance?" Amelia perked up. Lovi was ready to smash her head again, "Well… I'd be mightly glad if Mattie got himself a girl."

Lovi was shocked on that one. Normally Amelia would make a comment about how lame her brother (To be more accurate, he was her half brother. Which thankfully explained a lot) was and how much an intelligent old fool Mattie was.

But when Tony came in talking about a Matthew Williams aiding him in bootlegging drinks from Canada Amelia nearly dropped her drink and choked on it.

Lovi hadn't heard her make as many passes as she could about Matthew since them.

Still she talked on and on about stupid things no one cared about.

But what Lovi cared about the most was that dog tag she always had around her neck.

Hola. This is your lovely author (I'm not really lovely) Hida. Sooo, I am gonna try to update this at least every two days or whenever I have free time. Be patient. I'm in a lot of AP and Pre-AP classes and I have no laptop anymore. (;A; it broooooooke. ;A;) so updating is gonna be hectic. But fear not, I will. I promise.

Also next time… Prepare for the flapper Amelia~

And the mystery of her dog tag necklace.