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Date Posted: Sun, Jun 11 2006, 7:48pm PDT
Author: Lucca + Elecktra
Subject: .Locked and ~~Loaded~~.

Lucca came first, as he always did, dressed to the nines in an expensive tailored suit, looking every bit the son of Italian royalty that he was. His dark hair was tousselled with a bit of bedhead, as it often was, something he could never quite get a handle on -- not that he was sure he wanted to get it under control - for many people, unsuspecting, innocent people that he needed to glean information from, the touselled hair made the difference between finding him to be intimidating and unapproachable or completely friendly and approachable, a well mannered business man who had a genuine interest in them. He strode purposefully into the diner ten minutes early and took a seat at "his" table, where he enjoyed nreakfast with his sister every Saturday morning from the coffee shop. He was meticulous like that, always on time if not early, accustomed to clearing the way for bugs and police escorts, checking out his options.

While Elecktra had a habit of making dates wait, when Lucca asked her to meet him somewhere, she was on time, no matter how hung over she was or even if she was still feeling the dizzying effects of the previous night's chemical pleasures. She was not quite as commanding as she could have been when she entered the diner herself, making the bell hanging over the door tinkle and flashing a smile behind her large, dark sunglasses to the waitress manning the cash as she made her way toward their table, where Lucca rose and embraced his sister as he always did. She was wearing a short cream trenchcoat, cinched at the waist and her hair was freshly washed, curling itself into a wild, mahogany mess as it air dried. She lifted the sunglasses off of her face and set them on the table and uncinched the trenchcoat to reveal a business cut, above the knee skirt, a pair kitten heels and a pristine white blouse. She could have been blowing chunks at her apartment five minutes ago, but she never left the house looking less than perfect and today was no exception. Taking her seat across the table from Lucca, who already had a coffee and a newspaper, she crossed one bare, slender leg over the other and leaned back, grinning at him.

"I think that Eric Johnston will be giving you a generous bonus when he pays you next." A slow, "innocent" grin spread across her features as her brother raised an eyebrow and the waitress brought the meals that they ordered each Saturday without fail, and didn't even need to order -- were automatically prepared when the Donato siblings entered the diner, taking precidence over every other customer's meal. "Thank you," she murmured to the waitress, smiling and dismissing her and cutting into her pancakes, a childhood favorite that she could never get rid of.

"Talia, what have I told you?" Lucca's voice played at stern as he used a part of her name that he had called her when they were merely children, and he had been the only one permitted to continue using in reference to her, but he couldn't mask his amusement. Natalia was her real name, Elecktra her middle name but when they had left home, she had dropped what she deemed "boring" for something "fresh, hip and sexy" as she put it. He was not his sister's babysitter, afterall, and if she happened to find one of his "clients" to pick up as one of her own, he had nothing to say but thanks to her. She often created a loyal clientele for him -- he didn't use her and she didn't feel indebted to him, just wordlessly offered the service.

"I know, but you gave him a particularly good batch and he certainly enjoyed it. He told me to ask you to pencil him in for Thursday." They carried on in Italian for some time, one couldn't speak openly about the lucrative drug industry when the diner was as crowded as it was on Saturdays.

Lucca merely shook his head as he took a bite of the lean sausage patty he had set before him. He had long since gotten over the weirdness that his clients often found Elecktra and spent the evening that they had planned for recreational drug use sharing their spoils with his own sister and romping in her kingsized bed and giant jacuzzi in her bedroom that he had funded, and recognized that she was her own person, an adult, and he had no control over what she did. It certainly was good for business though.

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