Beach Bonding
WHO: Nonno Roma and his two precious grandsons Feliciano and Romano
WHEN: 4/20
WHERE: THE BEEAACH
WHAT: Roma decides it's time to bond with his grandsons
RATING: H for Hopefully everything goes well and Romano doesn't bitch like he usually does with his Nonno
It was a beautiful, hot sunny day in Liberty city. The sun was shinning, the sky was blue, birds were chirping and surprisingly, all three Vargas men were at home. Well Roma made sure they wouldn't leave that day, calling their work and pretending they were sick. That way Roma could have his grandchildren all to himself.
And what better way to spend time with the family than at the beach! Of course American beaches weren't nearly as gorgeous as those in Italy but they would suffice. Already dressed in a pair of red swim trunks and a palm tree decorated shirt, Roma finished packing up the car with beach essentials then headed back inside the house to yell at his grandsons to hurry up.
From downstairs he could practically hear Romano sulking in his room while Feliciano was still getting ready in the bathroom.
"We need to hurry! If we don't get there early all the good spots will be taken!" After hearing no response, Roma headed upstairs and barged into the bathroom.
"Feli dear, your hair looks great and it'll look better at the beach" he said in a sing-song voice, knowing a pleasant tone of voice worked much better with the younger grandson. Roma sometimes wished Romano was like Feliciano in the way he always listened to his grandpa, loved his grandpa, and wasn't all that bright when it came to his grandfathers business. They boy was named after him for fuck's sake! But then again, it was that stubborn fiery personality that Roma admired. Romano would have made a wonderful heir to the mafia family business if Roma wasn't so adamant to keep his grandsons out of it.
Well today there would be no mafia business, Roma had given his men a day off and swore to murder them if they interfered. Now if only his grandchildren would hurry up so they could actually get to the beach...
WHEN: 4/20
WHERE: THE BEEAACH
WHAT: Roma decides it's time to bond with his grandsons
RATING: H for Hopefully everything goes well and Romano doesn't bitch like he usually does with his Nonno
It was a beautiful, hot sunny day in Liberty city. The sun was shinning, the sky was blue, birds were chirping and surprisingly, all three Vargas men were at home. Well Roma made sure they wouldn't leave that day, calling their work and pretending they were sick. That way Roma could have his grandchildren all to himself.
And what better way to spend time with the family than at the beach! Of course American beaches weren't nearly as gorgeous as those in Italy but they would suffice. Already dressed in a pair of red swim trunks and a palm tree decorated shirt, Roma finished packing up the car with beach essentials then headed back inside the house to yell at his grandsons to hurry up.
From downstairs he could practically hear Romano sulking in his room while Feliciano was still getting ready in the bathroom.
"We need to hurry! If we don't get there early all the good spots will be taken!" After hearing no response, Roma headed upstairs and barged into the bathroom.
"Feli dear, your hair looks great and it'll look better at the beach" he said in a sing-song voice, knowing a pleasant tone of voice worked much better with the younger grandson. Roma sometimes wished Romano was like Feliciano in the way he always listened to his grandpa, loved his grandpa, and wasn't all that bright when it came to his grandfathers business. They boy was named after him for fuck's sake! But then again, it was that stubborn fiery personality that Roma admired. Romano would have made a wonderful heir to the mafia family business if Roma wasn't so adamant to keep his grandsons out of it.
Well today there would be no mafia business, Roma had given his men a day off and swore to murder them if they interfered. Now if only his grandchildren would hurry up so they could actually get to the beach...