Re: [START] Club Heaven
"That they do," Taskmaster agreed, after taking a bite of his steak and washing it down with his Old Fashioned.
"The reason I asked to bend your ear tonight is rather simple, but I need you to understand that nothing is official, so keep that in mind before you respond. How to explain...You even have a friend that asks to borrow money, but you know that he's never going to pay you back, and he knows he's never going to pay you back, but you go through through the same routine of polite assurances? Doesn't that get annoying after a while? Everyone knows what's going to happen, so why not cut through all the connerie? That is the kind of situation I find myself in, so I figured I'd cut this whole process off at the pass, so that it doesn't waste everyone's time, just to get to the same outcome," the big man continued, cutting more strips from the steaming meat.
"As you know, you've gotten people of all kinds enjoying your establishment. One of them, is a regular repeat customer of mine, has expressed his appreciation of your club to me. Twice. Now, no orders have been issued, but I can see where this is going. And what Lucky wants, Lucky gets. But the whole process can get so tedious. So, as I alluded to before, I'm trying to head this one off at the pass. If you want, you can consider it a courtesy from a jazz fan. Either start the ball rolling on transferring this place to Lucky, so the process is quick and painless when he eventually makes contact. Or, gather some leverage or so much attention that going after your club would be too high exposure for any Boss. You could also grab a ton of muscle to protect your interests, but if Lucky hires me, it would just be pissing your money away, and then I'd probably have to kill you. My final suggestion, is that you take your profits, shut this place down, and move it somewhere out of the reach of the Five Families. Atlanta or Miami would probably work. And you wouldn't have to worry about the cold..." he said as casually as a man discussing the weather.
"Do you suffer from Kyphosis?" the skull-masked man asked unexpectedly, putting down his fork and knife for a moment.