((Yay))
Devon DonatiDevon twirled her chair, spinning round and round behind the counter of her and her brother's shop. They'd only been open for a short time, but they'd had a few patrons. Mostly hunters, seeing as their whop was a "Sportsman's" shop... at least up front. Their more illegal business was done down below. With the Don Carmine's death Devon anticipated that part of their business would spike. Still, today was pretty boring, which left Devon to her own devices. A truly horrible thing, really.
Nikolai SerafinoNik walked through his office, trying to work a particularly difficult case through his mind. His hands were balled in his pockets. He paced, working the facts and lies, trying to formulate a winning plan for his client.