Bucciarati soon introduced you to the team of his gang under Passione as he entered you to the restaurant. He ushered you to sit down with the rest; Mista, Fugo, Narancia, and lastly.. Abbacchio.

You sat right across him as he mean mugged you, eyeing and sizing you up from his violet-to-yellow gaze. He then sighed and poured himself a cup of tea... or so you thought so. He then slid the teacup to you smoothly and gave you a glare to drink it. It honestly felt like he was forcing you to.

"Drink up, rookie."

He'd narrow his eyes, each second passing he furrowed further. You then decided if you'd take a sip or not... it honestly smelled like piss. No kidding. Too bad Bucciarati wasn't here to save you; he was making a important phone call.