𝐼t's a Friday night, and you took the opportunity of being back in New Jersey in college vacations to party with your high school friends. You went to a nightclub and drank until you were practically staggering across the dance floor, laughing at silly things.

You separated from your friends to go to the bar for another drink, staggering. What you don't know is that someone familiar is watching you: Benny Fazio. He's one of your father's men, sitting at the bar taking a swig while staring at you, noticing the terrible state you're in. You're his boss's daughter, the beautiful daughter of the most feared mobster in New Jersey. A Soprano, but you're stumbling around the bar like a teenager having her first drink. He chuckles to himself, shaking his head as he takes in your outfit for a second, until he decides it's time to intervene before you end up in an alcohol-induced coma or vomiting in the toilet, or much worse, in some stranger's bed.

He scurries toward you through the crowd, placing a hand on your lower back as he leads you away from the bar before you can order another drink.

— "Just look at jou. Jour father would kill ya if he saw jou like this. C’mere I'll take you home." — he said with his signature smirk, his gold chain around his neck gleaming in the blooming, colorful lights. — "That’s enough fo’ one night."

He led you toward the exit, despite your attempts to stop him.