Farrington-Gores: Anti-Tate meeting

'They're nearly here.'

'Cool. So what're they like?'

'They're cool. There's four of 'em. My uncle and his three sons. Two are identical twins, but personality-wise they're like total opposites. The other one's a big guy, you know, looks kinda scary. He also really likes cats.'

'Huh, I can't picture a cat fanatic mobster.'

'Yeah, well, you'll see soon enough.'

*KNOCK KNOCK*

'I'll go.'

'I've never met them either.'

'Sounds like it'll be interesting.'

'Stanley! Good to see you!'

'Hey, thanks for doin' this. Really appreciate it.'

'Don't mention it. What's family for?'

'Hey li'l cuz.'

'Been a while, huh? Shame it's under these circumstances.'

'Hey, I'm sure we can get something good out of this. Well, apart from getting to beat up a shithead!'

'Beating up shitheads is better than beating 'em off.'

'...Dear God, that wasn't an image I needed.'

'Uh, this is Aria Farrington... She's Tate's daughter.'

'Well done, Genaro.'

'...Oooops, sorry.'

'...So, it's nice to meet you! My name is Ettore, and these are my boys.'

'Feleti Gallo. Pleased to meet you.'

'Nari. Very pleased to meet you ladies.'

'I'm Genaro.'

'Indigo.'

'Don't start.'

'What? They're both pretty.'

'Yeah, Stan warned me about you.'

'...He didn't warn me.'

'I just like women, that's all.'

'I believe we're here to discuss Tate's behaviour towards Nyla, not looking to score.'

'Well no, you're married.'

'Typical! Feel free to tell him to fuck off! It won't be his first rejection.'

'Well, I don't do men.'

'Oh, so you're gay?'

'I don't do women either. I don't do anyone. I'm asexual.'

'Does that mean you can clone yourself?'

'...I'm surrounded by idiots.'

'Uh, no. I just really have no interest in sex.'

'But I thought asexuals reproduced by themselves.'

'That's asexual reproduction.'

'Ohhhhhhh.'

'...So what about you?'

'I'm straight. But I hate being touched, so unless you can fuck someone without touching them, then I'm not interested. ...Although if you can, then you're probably a lousy fuck anyway.'

'...Point taken.'

'Amazing. Anyway... let's move on to the main point, shall we? Stanley called us to deal with a man called Tate Farrington, because he threatened to kill Nyla. That's right?'

'Yeah. His wife just left him, and Nyla's friends with her, so he thought he could find out where she was by threatenin' her. He had a fuckin' gun, and her daughter witnessed it too.'

'Ugh. I'll enjoy getting my hands on him. Who exactly is he?'

'He's my biological dad, as Stan said, but don't take that to mean anything. I fucking hate him. He's the mayor of Sunset Valley, and he paid off the cops, so they won't arrest him.'

'He thinks he's pretty untouchable, and to a certain extent, that's true. I gotta admit, I can't do much to him. You guys can.'

'He's involved in all kinds of shady shit, with shady people. Speaking of, once you're done with Tate, I'd like you to help me with one of his mates, if that's alright.'

'That's fine. I'd like to hear more about this Tate first though. What kind of shady shit?'

'Too much to count. Former hitman. Killed my mum. Impregnated a secretary and killed her. Threatened to kill his second wife. Hit his son.'

'What a bastard.'

'Other things... other people's traumas I can't talk about because it's not my place to say so.'

'Co-owns a brothel, sorry for reminding you Aria. Not a legal one either, so you can imagine what he thinks of women.'

'Ugh. He treats women like shit. That's just one example of it. I really don't wanna start thinking about that though.'

'That's fair. So where is Nyla? Is she safe?'

'Yeah, she's headed off to Bridgeport to be with her ma. Someone's with her. I made sure of it.'

'So Tate'll go over to her place tomorrow and, what, find you guys there instead?'

'Yes, I think that's the best approach. We'll just need to find somewhere nice and cosy to take him so we can teach him a lesson.'

'Well, the person with Nyla is her boss. She's called Rozalina, and she's one of my suppliers. Roza's in charge of the whole goods operation. That means warehouses. And she cares a lot about Nyla...'

'I like the sound of this.'

'I kinda wish I could watch, but I shouldn't land myself on his radar.'

'We did agree on no torture. Apart from that, though, do what it takes to make him reconsider hurting her.'

'Define torture. Does that mean I can't take a hammer to his fingers?'

'Probably.'

'Damn.'

'If he's that horny though, losing the use of his hands will be a great form of torture.'

'Do you mind?!'

'...Can you guys Google this asshole to get an idea of the calibre of ugly Tate's rocking?'

'Good idea.'

'..Wow. Oh guys, look at this!'

'...I wasn't quite expecting him to be that ugly.'

'Oh man, I'm going to have to tell my wife it's over, I'm definitely gay now.'

'How did he produce you?'

'Nooo idea. Anyway... I wanna come with you guys. I'm gonna join in.'

'You sure?'

'Yeah. He's had this coming for a long time.'

'I have no problems with it.'

'Give him a punch for me.'

*KNOCK KNOCK*

'Back in a sec.'

...

'Guys, this is Rozalina.'

'Hello. I made sure Nyla got onto the train safely.'

'Great. I'm gonna text Topaz, make sure Tate's still at home. I don't trust him not to follow her.'

'All these attractive ladies here tonight. I'm a lucky man!'

'Perhaps you could be even luckier if you play your cards right. I've heard you're always up for a good time.'

'Oh man, don't. You'll only encourage him!'

'Two thirds of 'em don't want your dong, you're not that lucky.'

'One third is better than no thirds. Shall we go out later, Rozalina? Just you and me? I'd love to get to know a beautiful woman like you a little bit better.'