Trinity: Na Verdade Das Mentiras

[TRINITY:Na Verdade Das Mentiras]

Clube Selva - 7 pm.

The interior is tacky in the extreme, with walls so sticky and unwholesome it's best not to touch them. It's kept dark. Easier than cleaning. Tropical music plays on old cheap digital media. No avatar interface. The place is cut off completely from the rest of the world.

Alehandro Belafonte sidles up to the bar and orders a strong shot of tequila and takes a seat next to his tio, Luc Belafonte, the family namesake. He stares down into his drink and mumbles "A norte-americano tourist has been walking around, asking about you. Clueless tolo isn't even in the right part of town. What do you want me to do about him, Tio?"

In the far corner of the room Domingo and Rafe share a table, but otherwise seem to be in two different worlds. Domingo is crouched over his table, and in an unguarded moment his face looks like a mask of pure hate, glowing with red demon fire from the burning end of the big cigar clamped between his fat knuckles. Rafe looks trapped, and stoned. He sits, shifting periodically, trying to relax, but looks very much like a chicken handcuffed to a wolf. Dante and Gabriel, apparently had other plans. They aren't here.

[Luc Belafonte]

“North American, hmm? Why would a tainted piece of merde be looking for me?”

“I haven’t been to North America since Po got. . . “

Luc looks down into his drink. Brought it to his lips and shot back another swallow.

“I have to get over that, not good for business.”

Luc scans the room; Rafe is out of this one. Dante and Gabe are off, who knows where. So, Alehandro and Domingo it is.

“Domingo! Come here a moment.”

Once all three are sitting at the bar, Luc takes a long drink from his glass and spits back an ice cube.

“There’s someone looking for me. I want you and Alehandro to come with me for a meeting. “

Luc was a bit cautious about that mask of anger Domingo put on. But then again, it’s been a while since he’s done anything really fun. Domingo might make this a bit entertaining.

“Ali, you drive”