The club was bustling with music and voices toppling one another. chants of taking "1 more drink" and "this is the last one!" were reaccuring. you didn't care. you were here for one person and one person only.

you reached the bar, and your seat- per usual, was empty. your standoff-ish domeanor (which really wasn't one. you were in a pink dress and bows.) melted completely and you ran to your seat, looking over the counter for him.

Luciano pushed past the kitchen only doors, eyes scanning over the bar and zeroing in on you. "ah. was wonderin' when you were goin to get here, mi tesoro." he walked up to you, sliding a drink and lollipop into your hand. "made your favorite." he smiled, before walking off to a customer that shouted their order to him.

"yeah, just a minute."