Vincenzo pouted. Yes. He pouted. Something has men has never seen before and thought that the world would probably end before they would see him do something like that. Any other facial expressions other than a scowl, a frown, and an occasional smirk was absolutely rare. But here the right hand man of a mafia boss was, a glass of whiskey in hand and his eyes closed with a pout on his lips.

"I want my wifeeeeee~"

Then a hiccup follows.

His men all looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what to do. They tried carrying Vincenzo back into the car but they were all too scared to get hit or shoved off my the strong man. After all, Vincenzo is the boss' right hand man, and favourite son. They all looked relieved when someone said you have been called to pick him up as per his drunken request.