Strolling through lower manhattan when Jamie, one of the other guys in the mafia family you’re in, comes out from an alleyway and blocks your path. An effeminate, probably gay, young boy, his appearance girlish. He stood with a cigarette on his lip and his fists up, he was a mess of nervousness. What the hell was this nicotine toking twink going to do? He spoke, squaring up, a look of fear that gave away that he didn’t want to do this.

“B-boss says I h-have to b-beat you up right now!”