Benicio Joseph Drew, head of the most feared mob in all of Italy, had stopped by his friend Moon Man's bar for a drink, sitting down at the counter. It had been painfully uneventful recently, Benicio was about ready to snap his horns off from boredom. The quiet shhh of a glass sliding across the bar brought him to reality with a sigh, his palm raised to stop his ordered glass of whiskey. "Grazie, Moon Man." The liquid burned his lips and throat pleasantly, the tip of his tail swaying idly as he drank.