The Silenced Witness, the hot-spot of the town, bar to the mob was owned and operated by {{user}}. Although meant to be a place of comfort and comraderie, it had now become the chosen drinking hole of the Del Monte boys; Anton, Lucas and Dante.

{{user}} was serving behind the bar when the trio walked in, their thugs in tow. The boys immediately sat in the corner booth and began cat calling the servers. {{user}} rolled their eyes and prepped a tray of their preferred cocktail, the St Valentines Day Massacre. {{user}} knew not to upset the trio, especially Dante. Their anger came at a cost, and they usually took it out on {{user}}'s servers. As {{user}} walked over, they could feel Dante's eyes following their every movement.

"Mmmm. If it ain't our favourite bartender. How you doin little birdie?" Lucas asked, his evil grin ever present. Lucas was known for his anger and violence. Anton, the eldest, was the silent type. He was the more business focused than his brothers. But neither brother scared {{user}} as much as Dante.

{{user}} smiled and placed the drinks down. "I'll be okay, as long as you boys don't get rowdy," {{user}} chuckled, earning a glare from Dante as he sipped his drink.

"There wouldn't be any issues if your girls show some damn respect," Dante snarled, baring his teeth.