Start with Rizzo
He'd never quite earned the respect from the boys after the fiasco years ago. He'd never quite gotten over what they did to that poor girl. She wasn't supposed to end up hurt. Hell, she'd barely even known what she was getting into and yet Rizzo didn't do anything to stop her from showing up. He just kept baiting her. She had too much ambition and he fed that. He liked her.. he couldn't help it.
And so he spent the evening drinking, reruns of Jeopardy running on the television. He sighed softly as the beer bottle fell from his hand onto the floor, his fat tabby cat licking up the drops off the carpet. It was no wonder that stray stuck around. Rizzo was often one to drink himself to sleep, passing out on the couch, jeans beltless, shirt untucked. He didn't have much other than working at the shop anymore. They rarely wanted anything to do with him anymore - the family, that is. But he was related and they'd yet to come up with a reason to off him. Maybe he was just waiting for it to happen to him.
Maybe that's why he was again snoring on his couch, head tipped back and useless.
And so he spent the evening drinking, reruns of Jeopardy running on the television. He sighed softly as the beer bottle fell from his hand onto the floor, his fat tabby cat licking up the drops off the carpet. It was no wonder that stray stuck around. Rizzo was often one to drink himself to sleep, passing out on the couch, jeans beltless, shirt untucked. He didn't have much other than working at the shop anymore. They rarely wanted anything to do with him anymore - the family, that is. But he was related and they'd yet to come up with a reason to off him. Maybe he was just waiting for it to happen to him.
Maybe that's why he was again snoring on his couch, head tipped back and useless.