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Sbarra; NEW TV 58 - Roleplay One
Topic Started: Feb 10 2013, 01:30 AM (77 Views)
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The sounding of a car door slammed shut is heard as we see the culprit is none other than Johnathan Greco. He gently wipes his forehead with a handkerchief and slips it back into his very expensive looking black suit. He walks along the sidewalk as he approaches a door; he takes a few looks around before opening the door and entering. We see he has walked into a bar on what seems to be a very quiet night, as evidenced by the few patrons sitting at the bar. Johnathan takes off his top piece of his suit and hangs it on the coat rack to the left of the door. As he looks up at the lone bartender, he realizes all eyes are on him. Johnathan takes a few glances around the place as he becomes to get suspicious, but realizes how they patrons are dressed… pretty torn up clothes and are probably spending the little money they have left for food on the alcoholic beverages they have in front of them. He pulls up a seat at the bar, three to four stools away from the nearest patron and quickly grabs the barkeeps attention, as if he didn’t already have it.

“Bottle of your finest scotch.”

“Sir… did you say bottle?”


Johnathan looks up at the barkeep and taps his fingers quite violently on the woodened bar top before calmly nodding. Without hesitation, the barkeep reaches up to his top shelf and grabs a bottle of Chivas Regal turns around and places it gently on the bar top in front of Johnathan. He then reaches down and picks up and sets next to the bottle of scotch whiskey, a shot glass.

“What brings you in here sir?”

Looking up at the barkeep, Johnathan grabs onto the bottle and raises it up, giving the barkeep the hint. He uncaps the bottle and pours himself a good sized shot, careful not to spill any of the scotch as he toasts to the barkeep and then puts it back. Not wasting any time, he quickly fills the shot glass up and puts back another one.

“Hey there mister… how about you answer the bartender.”

The man who speaks is an elderly man… grey hair, facial hair that looks like it hasn’t been shaved in years and the distinct smell of cheap liquor on his breath. Johnathan looks at him for a few seconds before bringing his attention back to his shot glass, in which he takes another shot.

“Who do you think you are?”

This time instead of glancing at the elderly man, Johnathan stares at the barkeep with that certain look you don’t want to see in any person’s eyes.

“Hey Frank… leave the man alone and drink your beer.”

This of course didn’t sit well with the elderly man, Frank, as he and the barkeep have a quiet conversation. Meanwhile, the much younger looking man sitting next to him approaches Johnathan.

“You’ll have to excuse my father, we just got off our shift at the mill, and so we’re just a bit tired is all.”

Johnathan doesn’t even give the man the courtesy of looking back at him and instead takes back another shot of his scotch.

“Son, get back over here and stay out of my business.”

The son of the elderly man’s son begins to do as he’s told until Johnathan grabs a hold of his wrist and drags him onto the stool next to him. He holds out his index finger, gesturing to the barkeep for another empty shot glass and the barkeep obliges. Johnathan fills up both shot glasses to the brim and slides one of them in front of the young man.

“Drink.”

The first words spoken by Johnathan in quite some time intimidates the young man as he takes the shot quickly, making a puckered up face afterwards.

“Where is my drink?”

Before Johnathan could address the situation, the barkeep handles it.

“Frank, shut your trap and drink. I don’t wanna hear another peep out of ya.”

Frank turns his attention back to his beer as he mumbles to himself angrily.

“Thanks for the shot, but I should go back over with my father. I don’t want to anger him further.”

“No.”

“Excuse me?”


Johnathan fills up his shot glass and the son’s shot glass.

“Drink.”

Frank’s son looks at the barkeep who nods at him as he follows suit with Johnathan, taking the shot, this time stomaching it a bit better. The scotch bottle now sits about halfway gone as Johnathan fills up both shot glasses again.

“Sir, I really should get back over to my seat. I mean after all, don’t want my beer to get cold.”

He lets out a forced laughter, but Johnathan stays straight face as he takes his shot.

“Sir, what do you want? Why are you here? We ain’t never seen no nicely dressed guy come in here… ever. What’s your business?”

“You don’t want to know. Drink.”


Johnathan refills his shot glass as the man does as he’s told. However, this time Johnathan doesn’t fill his shot glass back up. Frank’s son looks at the barkeep, who nods, and he walks back over to his seat next to his father.

“Sir, they don’t mean you any disrespect. You’re just different folk is all.”

Looking up at the barkeep, Johnathan shoots his shot and quickly fills it back up and shoots that one as well. Meanwhile the father seems to be lecturing his son in a demeaning manner.

“I don’t know why you’re here and you’ve made it clear you don’t want to be bothered. We just don’t want any trouble mister.”

Johnathan rubs his face a little bit while filling his shot glass back up. He then nods to the barkeep before taking it, a sign to let the barkeep know he means no trouble. The barkeep goes back to doing his duties as Johnathan takes another shot. Meanwhile the conversation between the father and son has escalated.

“You need to learn to be a man, son!”

“Don’t do anything stupid pa.”


Frank stumbles out of his chair and approaches Johnathan.

“Hey! How about you pour me a shot now!”

Johnathan doesn’t respond and instead pours himself another shot which angers Frank even more.

“I said… how about you pour me a shot now!”

No response as Johnathan just stares at his shot glass as the barkeep looks on nervously. Frank then grabs a hold of Johnathan’s shoulder and spins him around. Before Frank even has a chance to react though, Johnathan grabs a hold of the scotch whiskey bottle and smashes it over Frank’s head, dropping him to the floor. The son gets off his stool and looks at Johnathan who is holding the other end of the bottle, which is basically a shard of glass now and then sits back down. Johnathan sets the broken bottle on the ground as he takes his last shot. He then reaches into his pants pocket, which causes the barkeep to makes a move towards his shotgun, and pulls out a small stack of money. Flipping through it, he sets what appears to be $300 on the bar top and then puts the rest of the money back in his pocket.

“Thank you.”

With that, Johnathan quietly leaves the bar as the son checks on his dad, who is bleeding out on the floor.
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