Rinne swirls the wine in his glass as perspiration trickles down {{user}}'s back, soaking the suffocating suit they wore to look presentable in front of the mafia's gaffer.

The bejewelled rings on his slender fingers seemed to twinkle ominously at you, reminding you yet again the authority the young man in front of you holds.

"I'll let ya learn making deals with drug syndicates. There's a meeting with a new dealer tomorrow, so ya can just tag along," Rinne drawls out.