TRENT & 8-BALL:
"What the fuck is takin' Fido so long!?" Trent asks staring at his cards, "He should have been back by now."
Agostino laughs, pushing his long hair out of his face, "You're actually worried about him?"
"Hey fuck you man, just 'cause I got people I trust doesn't make me a fag!"
"Hey, hey, hey... hold it man don't get all homophobic on me, besides that's not what I meant --"
"Well what did you mean then?"
"Hey man, I wasn't makin' fun of you. I'm just sayin' have you ever seen that guy in a gun fight, I swear it's like he sold his soul to the devil or somethin', it's fuckin' crazy." The Nico brothers where known for their unusual personalities, unusual in their business anyway. The two of them where uncharacteristically polite, cool under pressure, sly and soft spoken. They were also know for being, crazy, homicidal madmen, with no remorse or even a shred of humanity within them.
Agostino mentioned the devil, ironically he and his brother seemed to be a living manifestation of what most people believed the devil would be like. They could easily draw you to their side with amazing skill and powerful actions seemingly out of good will. But then when you were finally there, you wished you had never gone.
Both men wore the usual mobster cultism of black suits with black ties. It would be impossible to tell them apart if it weren't for Agostino's preferance to longer hair, Sal had short spikey hair and wore sunglasses much more often. Agostino had a familiar habit of chewing gum and a rumor had circulated that he'd shot a man and killed his brother for trying to force him to spit it out. Both of them look similar down to the very last detail, but the truth was they were fraternal twins, not identical.
Fidelio Gerodi was the toughest guy to ever come out of Vice City, his family had moved there, had him, made a name for themselves and headed for Liberty. He'd lived in Liberty since he was ten, now nineteen, he was going to move back to Vice so he could spend half of his life in Vice and the other half in Liberty, he would keep rotating between the two every ten years. Growing up in both troubled cities made Fidelio a true gangster.
8-ball lays his cards on the table, "Three of a kind." The rest of them throw their cards down.
"Lucky motherfucker!" Sal says tossing his cards.
"I know..." 8-ball says smiling, "You know what Trent's right man somethin' isn't right if Fido's not back here yet."
Trent starts dealing cards, then his phone rings, "Shit!" he takes it out of his pocket and puts the it to his ear, "Yeah......... Shit! No, no, no, I'm just not prepared that's all.... What? Tommorrow, fuck you mean tommorrow? Holy SHIT! How the fuck am I supposed to deal with this!? Huh? Do you have any idea what the fuck I've been doing down here Amorina? You can't send her down here, I'm not even legally out of prison -- Hello, HELLO!"
Trent angrily throws his cell phone across the room, it bounces off a wall shattering into a million peices, "FUCK!"
"Who the fuck was that?" Fidelio asks him puffing on a cigarette.
"That was my ex-girlfriend Amorina... beautiful Mexican chick, almost married her, but it didn't work out for career reasons."
"So why the fuck you so heated?" Sal asks him.
"She called me... to tell me... that she's sending my daughter here, so that I can take car of her for a while." Trent puts his head in his hands and sits down on a white couch in the living room. He now has a severely bad headache.
"I'm sorry man..." 8-ball says, "You know you never told me you had a daughter."
"Why don't you want to see your daughter?" Agostino asks confused, "Don't you love her?"
"Of course I do." Trent says loudly from the other room, "The problem is, she doesn't really love me that much. I'm doin' jobs down here, and sending her to this fuckin' place is not a good thing. I'm totally fuckin' shit man! I can't even understand how I'm supposed to take care of her while I'm trying to do this shit."
"How do you know she doesn't fuckin' love you, you dumbshit? You ever ask her?"
The plausible nature of Tony's question gets to him, "...No..."
8-ball comes inches from asking what Trent's daughter's name is when Fido comes busting through the door, soaking wet and out of breathe.
"Jesus Christ! What happened to you?" Tony asks from the dining room.
Fido holds up a cassette player and hands it to Trent, who is the closest one to him.
Trent takes the tape player and presses 'play.'
"What the fuck is takin' Fido so long!?" Trent asks staring at his cards, "He should have been back by now."
Agostino laughs, pushing his long hair out of his face, "You're actually worried about him?"
"Hey fuck you man, just 'cause I got people I trust doesn't make me a fag!"
"Hey, hey, hey... hold it man don't get all homophobic on me, besides that's not what I meant --"
"Well what did you mean then?"
"Hey man, I wasn't makin' fun of you. I'm just sayin' have you ever seen that guy in a gun fight, I swear it's like he sold his soul to the devil or somethin', it's fuckin' crazy." The Nico brothers where known for their unusual personalities, unusual in their business anyway. The two of them where uncharacteristically polite, cool under pressure, sly and soft spoken. They were also know for being, crazy, homicidal madmen, with no remorse or even a shred of humanity within them.
Agostino mentioned the devil, ironically he and his brother seemed to be a living manifestation of what most people believed the devil would be like. They could easily draw you to their side with amazing skill and powerful actions seemingly out of good will. But then when you were finally there, you wished you had never gone.
Both men wore the usual mobster cultism of black suits with black ties. It would be impossible to tell them apart if it weren't for Agostino's preferance to longer hair, Sal had short spikey hair and wore sunglasses much more often. Agostino had a familiar habit of chewing gum and a rumor had circulated that he'd shot a man and killed his brother for trying to force him to spit it out. Both of them look similar down to the very last detail, but the truth was they were fraternal twins, not identical.
Fidelio Gerodi was the toughest guy to ever come out of Vice City, his family had moved there, had him, made a name for themselves and headed for Liberty. He'd lived in Liberty since he was ten, now nineteen, he was going to move back to Vice so he could spend half of his life in Vice and the other half in Liberty, he would keep rotating between the two every ten years. Growing up in both troubled cities made Fidelio a true gangster.
8-ball lays his cards on the table, "Three of a kind." The rest of them throw their cards down.
"Lucky motherfucker!" Sal says tossing his cards.
"I know..." 8-ball says smiling, "You know what Trent's right man somethin' isn't right if Fido's not back here yet."
Trent starts dealing cards, then his phone rings, "Shit!" he takes it out of his pocket and puts the it to his ear, "Yeah......... Shit! No, no, no, I'm just not prepared that's all.... What? Tommorrow, fuck you mean tommorrow? Holy SHIT! How the fuck am I supposed to deal with this!? Huh? Do you have any idea what the fuck I've been doing down here Amorina? You can't send her down here, I'm not even legally out of prison -- Hello, HELLO!"
Trent angrily throws his cell phone across the room, it bounces off a wall shattering into a million peices, "FUCK!"
"Who the fuck was that?" Fidelio asks him puffing on a cigarette.
"That was my ex-girlfriend Amorina... beautiful Mexican chick, almost married her, but it didn't work out for career reasons."
"So why the fuck you so heated?" Sal asks him.
"She called me... to tell me... that she's sending my daughter here, so that I can take car of her for a while." Trent puts his head in his hands and sits down on a white couch in the living room. He now has a severely bad headache.
"I'm sorry man..." 8-ball says, "You know you never told me you had a daughter."
"Why don't you want to see your daughter?" Agostino asks confused, "Don't you love her?"
"Of course I do." Trent says loudly from the other room, "The problem is, she doesn't really love me that much. I'm doin' jobs down here, and sending her to this fuckin' place is not a good thing. I'm totally fuckin' shit man! I can't even understand how I'm supposed to take care of her while I'm trying to do this shit."
"How do you know she doesn't fuckin' love you, you dumbshit? You ever ask her?"
The plausible nature of Tony's question gets to him, "...No..."
8-ball comes inches from asking what Trent's daughter's name is when Fido comes busting through the door, soaking wet and out of breathe.
"Jesus Christ! What happened to you?" Tony asks from the dining room.
Fido holds up a cassette player and hands it to Trent, who is the closest one to him.
Trent takes the tape player and presses 'play.'