10896/Slices and Lagers and Shots, oh my!

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Slices and Lagers and Shots, oh my!
Date of Scene: 27 January 2020
Location: Angelo's Pizza - Brooklyn
Synopsis: Fiona and Carlo talk about food. Guns are brought up.
Cast of Characters: Carlo Paccioretti, Fiona Glenanne




Carlo Paccioretti has posed:
Early evening at Angelo's Pizza on a Monday, before the Super Bowl, is dead. The lunch people have already come and gone, and the dinner crowd, while there, is not as busy as Carlo would like. Still, it was a decent evening, as far as sales go, and right about now things are starting to slow to a meandering crawl. Someone, as a tip, decided to use the 'beers for the kitchen staff' option which meant that, when things slowed down, Carlo could have a glass on someone else's tab.

Yes, he tracked that sort of thing. No dipping into your own supply. It's bad business.

Sitting at one of the tables, Carlo is enjoying his beer, sipping on it with a remote on the table in front of him, a couple of slices of pizza sitting there too, one half eaten. Working in a pizzaria, you eat pizza. Then you work out after so you don't get a gut.

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
Fiona's not dead. The fact she's walking and breathing and talking and coming in the door isn't a shocker. Nor is her clothing choice. Nor is the gun under her jacket. Or the gleam in her eye. She spies Carlo and waves. "Don't worry. I won't take any selfies" she calls, a throwback to that weird as hell guy demanding shit. Still, Fi comes over with a wave and a grin. "Hey, you open or did I just walk into a closed pizzeria?" she asks and sits on achair. Because where else would she sit, the floor?

Fi's looking over to the pizza, then the remote, then the beer and smiles. "Beer. Pizza, TV. It's like you brought your work home with you. Only....less things that are watchable. Hey, hey. I pay for cable. I know I'm right!" she says raising her palms.

Carlo Paccioretti has posed:
Carlo's not dead either, despite the efforts of a small group of Foot that he almost literally ran into on the street. He straightens himself as the door opens, leaning over to look out the window to see if Selfie guy is coming in after, nodding with satisfaction when Fiona declares that, no, he isn't, and isn't the world better in that case? Carlo would like to think so. "Yeah, I'm open. You're just past the rush, s'why there ain't many...well...any here. I'll get a few before I close for the night but for now?" He expands his arms. "You've just got to deal with lil' ol' me."

     He grins, leaning up to return that offered high-five, his calloused hands rough from work. "Yeah, it's a necessary evil. I gotta get it for the sports, for the news. Movie stuff I do streaming mainly. No commercials that way but I get yelled at sometimes if I show Disney stuff too much or somethin'." Disney birthday party at a pizza place? That's saturday morning for the next few years! Her comment about bringing his work home, or his home to work, gets a nonchalant shrug. "Same difference when you live upstairs. Just easier down here 'cause I've got the ovens going and food on tap. I go upstairs, I gotta prepare, cook, and clean a second kitchen."

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
"And what's wrong with Disney stuff?" Fiona asks with a laugh, "C'mon, Disney stuff's good" she says then looks pleased, looking over Carlo. "So what've you got on the menu?" she asks, staying right in the chair. Because no. She's not moving. Not in the least. Nope.

She settles back looking to the menu and then Carlo. "Hey, se, it's good to have food on tap" Fi shrugs, looking amused.

Carlo Paccioretti has posed:
"Oh, there ain't nothin' wrong with the stuff. It's the Lawyers...that's the problem." And that's really all the explanation that Carlo needs to give. Those guys are vicious! Leaning back, he snags one of the laminated menus off the bar and sets it down in front. "I can make whatever you want on the menu or throw somethin' else together. All depends on what you're hungry for, really." He takes a sip of his beer, changing to some obscure sport on ESPN Classic; a replay of a basketball game from a decade ago that was meaningful, but now is just background noise.

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
Fi grins, "Surprise me" she nods, "So, what've you been up to?" she asks looking around the pizza place again. "C'mon, I'll just take whatever. Long as it's good" she says with a knowing nod. Shaking her head she sighs.

"Yeah I har you. So what's been going on around here? I heard about the attack around here" she mutters. "Hey, I could help if you need it" Fi offers, and looks amused. "I could definitely help out"

Carlo Paccioretti has posed:
Surprise her. Carlo smirks and gets up from his seat, leaving his pizza and beer sittin there along with the remote before he heads back into the kitchen. "I'll tell you when I get back." he calls before vanishing. Last time she had a beef dish, so this time, perhaps something a little different. When he returns, after a few minutes, it's with a plate of something that smells heavenly. On top of a small mound of pasta and tomato sauce - fresh, naturally - are several small shrimps covered in breadcrumbs and cooked in olive oil. Shrimp parmesan. This includes a small basket of bread and one of those wrapped up napkin things so she can eat, along with a beer - the same one she got last time that she seemed to enjoy so much. Seems he remembers blue-eyed petite women.

The plate is set down and Carlo settles down across from Fiona, taking a sip of his beer and crossing one leg over the other, his attention wavering between one television and Fiona as she eats. "Yeah, just some punks causing trouble. Cop showed up and started blasting. I came in about then, so I don't know what went on to bring it to that level." He frowns and scrubs a hand through his short brown hair. "Long story short, they're arrested and the ones that got shot didn't get killed. Got lucky, those two." He gives fiona a sidelong glance for a second. "Appreciate the offer, but they tend to leave me alone. I'm no Superman or nothin', but I keep my block clean."

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
Fi's surprised alright. "See" Fi offers, "You need any help protecting your block?" she adds, chewing on the food while she thinks, "I could help, teach you a few things. I looked into the people in the news. You" she says with a tilt of her head. "Are interesting"

How so? Fiona won't elaborate. At least, not right now.

Carlo Paccioretti has posed:
Carlo is careful to leave any mention of Neaman out of it - not that he knew the name or anything, but people like him tend to want privacy, and he was helping, so no sense in bringing him into the media. Besides, talking about a half man half dog wouldn't be good for business, so Carlo just didn't.

"Thanks." Carlo lifts his glass in a quiet toast. "Got most of my training under my belt already. Nothing I couldn't use more of, of course, but these kids...getting guns." he shakes his head. "They don't treat 'em right. Screws it up for the rest of us."

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
Fi shrugs, "Hey, the right or wrong people would say that guns being got is agood thing. Lines pockets,ya know?" Fiona asks"Hypothetically speaking that is. Somebody gets paid wheen guns are got, right? I mean, gun makers, gun sellers, everyone gets paid"

Oh boy, the arms dealer s getting ready for an ethics debate on her profession. This oughta be interesting....as Fiona nods, digging at her food with a nod and a smirk.

Carlo Paccioretti has posed:
"Now don't get me wrong." Carlo uses the glass almost like a baton, inclining it towards Fiona. "Guns are a necessary thing. They're not the boogeyman or anythin' like that. They're just a tool. Can be used by idiots and masters just the same. And it's just a business, really. I don't mind if they use 'em. It's when they use 'em against the people on the block. Little shop owners to scare 'em into protection rackets and the like. Ain't right, that."

Apparently it's not so much that guns are being used, but that gangsters are shaking down people with them so openly.

""When I grew up around here, the gangsters got their point across with a meathead with a bat. Worked for them back then. Yeah, you'd get hurt, maybe a building would go up for insurance, no big deal. It just makes it more difficult for those of us what know how to use a gun. S'why I didn't have my pistol with me in the car that day. I can carry, but it just causes too many problems, and I can't leave it in the car. Ain't safe."

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
"Yeah I hear ya. Though....come to think of it is it really safe though? I mean gangs were gonna get guns sooner or later, just a matter of time" Fi offers. "Wonder if educating 'em is the ansewr?" she muses, food being put in mouth. As opposed to,say, feet.

Carlo Paccioretti has posed:
If they want lessons, fine. Go get 'em. There Learn how to carry, how to check their targets. How to shoot. How to take care of the things well enough to where they don't blow up in their hands or when to get a new one. That'd keep the sales guys happy." Carlo takes a sip of his beer. "There's a range up at Conye Park. Open after hours for lessons, no questions asked." he gives as an example, chuckling. "Or just set up in one of the abandoned warehouses. Fact is? That guy that I beaned with a baseball? Didn't scare me at all. Kid didn't even have his pistol off safe, for cripes sake."

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
FIona sighs. "You think people will go for ranges? Easier to get a gun and shoot people, right?" she says sarcastically. "Admittedly, that's....yeah but Coney Island is too far from here" Fi sighs shaking her head and looks bored. "See, I don't feel like" Fiona sayays, shaking her head, setting her cutlery down. "Doubt it'd end well with people learning how to use guns" she sighs, shaking her head. "I don't trust many of those gang people with guns, really" she says simply, picking her cutlery back up after tucking hair beind her ears

Carlo Paccioretti has posed:
"They normally don't. Movies and TV have taught people the awesome power of a gun. Bang bang, all fall down, get the girl and all the money you want thanks to this little chunk of machined metal. You can blame society, I guess, for that." Carlo sighs and turns on a rerun of Rick and Morty, watching the animated insanty for a second. "I ain't the sort what tells another person they can't have a gun. I just end up cleaning them up every now and again when they do somethin' stupid. That said, if you know anyone who needs about fifteen cheap revolvers and pistols, let me know, otherwise I'm going to probably send them to the recyclers or some buyback program."

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
"Yeah I'll give you $200 a gun" Fiona offers with a nod. She seems...genuine about it really, as she nods again, chowing down on food with a grin. Looking to Carlo, Fi raises an eyebrow. "So where'd you get those guns from?" she asks sounding curious, shaking her head Fi grins. "I'll take all your guns"

And sell them for money, Fiona's not saying...

Carlo Paccioretti has posed:
Carlo looks at Fiona for a second, shrugs, and finishes his beer. Lady's interested in guns, apparently. "Mostly from the guys comin' in and tryin' to sell me protection. Couple of muggers on the block. No one in particular really. Any of the good ones I pretty much kept, and that's been a total of one. The guy came in with a 1911 in .45. Pretty gun. Pearl handles, bluing was still nice. Probably hadn't been fired in years. Guessing the guy stole it off someone during a house robbery. Someone what kept it for years. If it wasn't for him filing off the serials, i'd have sent it back to whoever owned it but...hey, free world war II gun for Carlo, here."

He does chuckle, though. "All my guns, though? Nah, my collection's curated. Some things I got are hard to find. Even pretty faces off the street can't convince me to give 'em up. The junk ones? Sure, if you want 'em. I'd suggest gettin' them looked over by a gunsmith before shooting them, though. Whoever sold 'em just took 'em out of the cosmoline, wiped 'em down, and handed 'em out with old ammo."

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
Fi laughs. "Oh really?" she asks. Challenge accepted. "Name me a gun you'd love to have in your collection?" she says. Talk about baiting things, Fi....talk about baiting the poor guy. Fi's enough contacts to know where to get things. And enough guns to make a small nation's dictator jealous with unbridled envy. Okay so that dictator has super low standards. But....point is. Fi's an arms dealer. Knows how that works. And she's challenging Carlo.

Carlo Paccioretti has posed:
That gets Carlo thinking. "Well." He finally says, tapping his lip with a fingertip. "Discounting the stuff no-one can get or doesn't exist - Panoz Jackhammer, MR-C, stuff like that - there are a couple I'd think of that might fit the bill. 1861 Colt Navy. Get to live out my fantasy of bein' a cowboy with that. M-1 Garand. Old battle rifle from world War 2. " Yeah, probably he doesn't need to explain, but he doesn't know Fiona's background. "Legality aside...hmm...a working AA-12 or a Vietnam-era M-60. Ain't probably never gonna need something with that much firepower, but hey, if it's good enough for Rambo..." And the two talk into the evening, Carlo feeding the Irish Arms Dealer and reminiscing about guns.