10982/Late Night Pizza Run

Late Night Pizza Run
Date of Scene:	04 February 2020
Location:	Angelo's Pizza - Brooklyn
Synopsis:	Carlo and Nemean meet formaly for the first time for the second time.
Cast of Characters:	Carlo Paccioretti, Nemean

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Carlo Paccioretti has posed:
     Late night at Angelo's Pizza pretty much consists of the same thing every night. Clean tables when people leave, get pizza pans into the dishwasher to get cleaned for tomorrow, and get the dough ready to start proofing overnight so, in the morning, it's easier to come down and start making the pies for lunch. Most people just come in for a slice or two, so the buffet is closed down, and the bar is only serving the occasional beer. It's something the locals tend to understand - this is Carlo running the joint and, aside from Sunday morning services, he's generally here running the place and needs his sleep. This late at night means very few customers so he's in the process of getting stuff taken care of early. The coal oven in the back has already been idled for the night - the thing cant go completely cold or it'll crack - and the cinders have been swept away into the bin to be dealt with in the morning. And that leaves Carlo sitting at the counter with a remote control, changing channels while he drinks his nightly beer and munches on some leftover pizza. A standard evening for him.

Nemean has posed:
A hooded figure wanders in through the front door. It's late, but the sign still says they're open, so Nemean figures he can grab something to eat. He was debating about going in until he recognized the guy inside from the incident with the Foot the other day. Once his mind is made up, however, he steps inside, and makes his way towards the counter.

"Evening. Was hoping to see what you might have had left over I could buy." Carlo may recognize the voice, though the last time he would have heard it, it was yelling at Foot and also the cop shooting said Foot.

Carlo Paccioretti has posed:
At the sound of the bell over the door heralding an arrival, Carlo looks up and over from his seat towards the hooded figure. "Sure, yeah." he says, pushing himself to his feet, leaving the pizza and beer and remote there on the table, meandering behind the counter to look. "You're comin' at the end of a shift, so it depends on what you want. I still got a pepperoni, a supreme, a few random slices I can stack up if you wanna sandwich-type pizza thing..." The pizzas he has available still are under glass for observation, with a few more on a rack behind the counter, almost like an old CD changer except, instead of tasty jams, it's tasty pizza.

Carlo turns to face the man and leans against the counter, watching. "Ain't I met you before sometime...?"

Nemean has posed:
"Yeah." Nemean replies, "A little while back. Those Foot goons harassing the shopkeeper. I was going to stop them until that trigger happy cop opened fire and messed everything up." He pulls the hood down so Carlo can see the lion face and mane, "I don't think you're gonna freak out, but I usually need to warn folks anyway."

Carlo Paccioretti has posed:
With the counter between him and Nemean, Carlo feels a little bit more comfortable. A little, not a lot, but the fact that they're having a conversation is helping considerably with the whole 'ahh, ahh, a lion' panic mode that might normally set in. "Yeah, I remember. That one she shot got out of the hospital an' went to prison a little while back, so she's lucky she don't got his blood on her hands. Foot or no, I don't like people dyin from gunshots. It's a nasty way to go."

Nemean has posed:
"Yes, it is." Nemean replies, a bit solemnly, "I've seen it more than I'd care to admit. But I'm here for pizza. So tell me, what's good?" He asks, as he looks into the case, "Preferably something with meat on it."

Carlo Paccioretti has posed:
     "I got you, don't worry." Carlo turns around and pulls down a pie that almost certainly has nearly a pound of various meats on top. A quick scan shows pepperoni, ham, sausage, crumbled bacon bits, and chorizo with a little bit of cheese holding it all together. A larger than average slice - two of them in fact - is cut and the whole thing is put into a miniature pizza oven with one of those little conveyers. "Give it a minute and it'll be done." He nods his head, inclining it. "Let me know you're comin' by and I can do somethin' special for the buffet, like short ribs or porchetta or somethin'."

Nemean has posed:
"Ah, that sounds awesome." Nemean replies, "I have some friends who'd really enjoy this place, but they'll only come by late like me. They don't exactly like being out in the daytime." Though he doesn't really blame them considering their situation, "They might order some weird stuff though, as a fair warning."

Carlo Paccioretti has posed:
"Jus' let me know an' I'll stay open." Carlo gestures to the restaurant. "Kinda deserted this time of night anyway, so any way to get more customers, the better. I tend to put down the shutters to keep the punks and drunks from the building when I ain't here, so, if they're kind of iffy 'bout being in the public eye, I can help 'em out." He chuckles. "Weird stuff don't bother me none, s'long as it's not somethin' that'll hurt the oven." The oven, a melange of steel and granite, could probably take a cement truck being dropped on it before there were any problems. "This one guy came by one time, wanted four whole pizzas in the same box, like a cake or somethin' Sat there in that booth over there..." he gestures thataway. "Ate one of the slices, an' left to feed his friends or somethin.'

Nemean has posed:
"Okay yeah that is pretty weird." The lion replies, shaking his head a little bit, "But hey good on you for supporting whatever weird stuff your customers are into." He finally does offer a paw-hand, "You can call me Nemean. Or Cody. Up to you, really. I tend to go by the former more often than not these days...For obvious reasons."

Carlo Paccioretti has posed:
Carlo thoughtfully wipes his hands off before reaching across the counter to shake the paw-hand, some substantial strength in the man as he pumps it twice. "Carlo Paccioretti, pizza man, at your service. As far as what you want to call me. Carlo's fine, an' I'll call you whatever you want to be called. Nemean or Cody. S'all the same to me. You're the lion guy."

Nemean has posed:
"Well it's good to meet you officially. Carlo. When bullets aren't flying around." He can smell the cooking pizza, and it smells amazing. He sniffs the air briefly, "That smells delicious. Special blend on the dough?"

Carlo Paccioretti has posed:
"I prefer meetin' this way, actually." Carlo retrieves the pizza slices from the tiny oven with a wooden peel, passing it over the counter on top of two paper plates overlapping each other. Hearty slices. Man-sized slices. Normally he charges four bucks a slice but for interesting customers, he sometimes 'forgets' to charge. "You want somethin' to drink too? Got soda, beer, water...few bottled things like Mexican coke..." He jerks his thumb towars the cooler.

"Nothin' super special. New York water, good flour, good yeast. Little sugar, some oil to make it not stick to the bowl, an' time." He wiggles his fingers. "Gotta play the dough like a piano. Not too much work otherwise it gets tough."

Nemean has posed:
"I love some Mexican Coke. That stuff's great." He says, as he takes the pizza and picks it up, folding it and taking a big bite, taking a few moments to savor it, before swallowing, "Well it tastes as good as it smells. My compliments to the chef." He says, with a bit of a grin since he knows he's talking to the chef.

Carlo Paccioretti has posed:
Carlo points to Nemean, as if to say I know what you're talking about, and ducks down behind the counter, pulling out a bottle of Mexican coke that says 'medio litre' on it in big white letters. He uses a steel bottle opener to pop the top, pushing it across the counter for him to wash the pizza down with. "Appreciate the compliment. Anything I can do to make it better, tell me and I'll give it a try. It's pizza, not rocket surgery, so as long as it's not bad, it's good."

Nemean has posed:
The lion guy seems to definitely be enjoying eating the pizza, though he takes the coke once it's offered and takes a long drink from it. "Well you can expect me to show up here and there. I'll try to give you a bit of a warning before I show up though. Just in case."

Carlo Paccioretti has posed:
"Preciate it. An tell your friends 'bout this place, Cody." Carlo says with a grin. "Seems me bein' open late night, I attract all sorts of folks." He doesn't emphasize who he's met so far, just in case they're different clans or gangs or whatever. Better to let them figure out they're all talking about the same Carlo than stirring up a pot that doesn't need to be stirred.

Nemean has posed:
"You know I will." Cody replies, as he finishes off the first slice of pizza, and then grabs the second one, "Any way I can get a pie to go? I know everybody will appreciate me actually bringing food home."

Carlo Paccioretti has posed:
"Yeah, no problem. I usually leave the leftovers for the shelter to come by and get them. I can spare a pie, sure." He studies the rack of pizza, now mostly empty save for a large cheese pizza. "How about this?" he asks, pulling it down. "I can add pretty much anything you want meat or vegetable wise. Can't beat it for twice the price."

Nemean has posed:
"Ah yeah, just go ahead and throw some pepperoni on there. Should be a good baselines." Nemean replies, as he looks around the shop, "You ever get any trouble with the locals?"

Carlo Paccioretti has posed:
     Pepperoni is added liberally to the pizza, the whole pie slid into the still warm oven to heat through while a large Pizza box adorned with the logo of the shop is assembled. "I did when I first got here, but they learned quick to leave me alone. I ain't paying any protection money to no-one and when I sent their biggest to the street with a baseball bat to the knee, they left me alone." He grins. "Too much trouble. Now, as far as those Feet people? Ain't none of them showed up yet. I hope they don't."

Nemean has posed:
"Well if they do," Nemean says, reaching into one of his pockets before pulling out a card with a number printed on it, "You can call me. My friends and I have a vested interest iun making sure the Foot doesn't get what they want." He sets the card down on the counter, and then finishes off the soda.

Carlo Paccioretti has posed:
     Carlo takes the card, looks at it, looks at the back, and tucks it into the pocket of his shirt to be filed later in his Rolodex. Yes, he still uses one of those. You want to fight about it?

     "I'll give you a call if they poke their noses in. Say..." He boxes up the pizza, taking the empty and tossing it into recycling, the bottle cap into a bucket assigned for such things. "What do they want, anyway?"

Nemean has posed:
"Full control of the criminal underworld in order to consolidate power." Nemean replies, with a totally straight look on his face. He takes the pizza and hmms softly, "But that's not really your concern. Just keep an eye out for 'em, and if you see them let me know. Thanks." He takes a moment to sniff the pizza, and then starts to head for the door, "Take care of yourself, Carlo."