A day in the life of
Who: Antonio, Romano, (Feli?)
When: Sunday 12th September
Where: The Vargas mansion
What: An ordinary day. Well ordinary for them at least
The day started, reluctantly, like any other. Romano pulled himself out of bed about midday and made a sluggish bee-line to the kitchen (it wasn't often that he ventured far from this path, which would probably explain the ease with which he got lost in the rest of the house).
Incautious in his own house, he filled a bowl up of Fruit Loops and milk without bothering to question how or why the cereal was in the mansion, only that it was there and damn if anyone was going to stop him eating it.
Swirling the cereal around until it became too soaked to resemble loops anymore , Romano turned his attention to a flier left in the middle of the table.
The competition for the restaurant, held only a week from now. It was pointless trying to compete; there was no way they'd consider a restaurant that's been closed down more times that he could count, had a criminal record and still sports a barred and locked back room.
Not to mention, Feliciano was so busy with his fashion design and photoshoot that there was no way he'd be able to help with the Pizzeria, and Romano couldn't do it on his own.
Pushing the bowl of cereal aside he let his head fall between his palms, pulling at his hair and staring aimlessly at the pristine tabletop.
Without the Pizzeria, and without class, Romano knew he'd probably spend another day doing absolutely nothing.
God dammit. Even in his absence Roma was still managing to make their lives a living hell.