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[bloodofaborgia]

WHO: Cesare Borgia (bloodofaborgia), Dean Winchester (canecieco), Jacob Black (bela_lupo), Roger Davis (cheapredlights), Kaede (fogliadacero), Soiree Meira (angelodellasera), and possibly a cameo appearance of Kisten Felps (quod_mutos). Also possibly Franziska von Karma (franziska_vk).
WHAT: A set up. (BUT DEAN DOESN'T KNOW THAT. SHH.)
WHERE: Guilty Pleasures
WHEN: Day 136, September 25, 7pm.

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[canecieco]

It was too quiet and barren for a nice night out on the town. Dean looked shifty, trying not to tremble as he smiled, nodded, and followed the bartender's directions.

A secluded place away from everywhere else - he entered, and surprise for fucking surprises. He shouldn't be. He won't be, but he was and he knew that tonight wasn't going to be his night.

In fact, it might be his last.

"Wrong party?" Dean asked, chuckling though everything about him spelled fear. "Might as well have a shot while I'm here, don't you think so Signore Borgia?"

[quod_mutos]

A host must always complete his duties. Kisten continued smiling as he made his way to the single chair across from the Monacello Don, pulling it out gracefully.

"Your seat, Mr. Winchester," he said politely, still smiling his benign, almost painfully white smile. "Can I get you a refreshment to begin with?"

[canecieco]

Wasn't this guy handsy? Dean smiled back, all pearly whites shining right back at him. He took the seat, flopping down, slouching, being the opposite of what a caporegime for the prestigious Vescovo family should be. Hell, he even put his feet up on the table. Not like it fucking mattered. He was dead.

"Yeah, can I have one of those," he pursed his fish lips in thought. "Purple nurples? Nipples? Eh, whatever. It's a fucking shot."

[quod_mutos]

Kisten kept his smile firmly in place as he inclined his head politely and said, "I think I know the drink you mean. I'll be right back."

As he walked away, he smirked. At least I don't have to deal with his feet myself. Though I doubt Cesare would respond, ah, quite the same.

[bloodofaborgia]

Cesare's smile was mild and his violet eyes flicked briefly to Dean's feet, and then back to his face. But he didn't say anything, merely took another sip of his wine. Though he wasn't watching for it, he noticed as Kisten moved away from the table, and his smile widened ever so slightly. "So glad you could join me, Signore Winchester."

[[ ooc: Cleared with Beck: Cesare has given Kist instructions for Dean's drink to be poisoned. A colorless, tasteless powder that won't kill him, but will dull his senses and slow his reflexes. ]]

[canecieco]

Shit. Maybe he should have gone with the glass of red wine. It wasn't as stiff as say brandy or whiskey or Purple Nurples, but it would look better on the papers when they see Dean's body sprawled on the floor with a glass of wine by his bloody face. Too late now as their waiter/bartender/host walked away to fetch his line of shots. Eh, going out piss drunk would have to do. Looks like he was going to make a party out of it.

"So, what's on the menu tonight?" He replied, picking his teeth with his dirty fingernails. "Filet mignon? A big bowl of pasta covered in tomato sauce? Chicken broth? Throw me a bone."

[bloodofaborgia]

This was a Vescovo caporegime? Cesare wondered. How was it, then, that his own house hadn't trodden their enemies into the ground long before now, if this was what they could boast of? The Sotto Capo's smile showed nothing of his distaste. "Anything you like, Signore. Dinner is on me." Cesare raised his wine glass in a toast.

[quod_mutos]

Kisten arrived with a small tray of neatly and gorgeously arranged purple shots, setting it down politely as Cesare made his toast, almost perfectly timed for Dean to respond. He slipped back out as unobtrusively as he'd come, eyes flicking to meet Cesare's for the briefest of seconds.

[canecieco]

"I'll order all of the above then." It was his last supper much like Jesus fucking Christ. Dean could settle with being the next Messiah, dying for his family's sins as long as he can rise on the third day.

Did Jesus drink? Wait, there was that one story about the wine at the party. Close enough to Purple Nurples. Dean smiled, immediately reaching for a glass, and taking a shot.

[bloodofaborgia]

Cesare gave no indication that he had noticed Kisten's look, though he had. He took it to mean that his instructions were being followed to the letter, a quality he quite valued in those he hired. If everything went as planned, it would be something to keep in mind about this particular establishment.

A waitress appeared and took Dean's order without so much as a blink of her eye. It was a pretense, Cesare knew, since she wouldn't deliver the order to the kitchen. This little game wouldn't go that far, he thought, watching the Vescovo caporegime take a shot.

[[ ooc: sorry, was getting ready for a trip. have traveled, have wireless in the hotel, can continue now. :D ]]

[canecieco]

One shot down. Second shot down a second late. Then a third. He was already feeling lightheaded as he gulped down the drink. Woozy and his heart beating fast and a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead - wait, this didn't feel right. Dean wiped his face. Didn't feel right with everything heating up and going cold and the room going blurry.

"Po - poison?" He murmured, trying to smile despite himself. "Ya gotta be fuckin' ki - kiddin' me you sonuvabitch."

[ooc: it's ok! i was kind of busy this weekend any way. XD]

[bloodofaborgia]

Cesare smiled, and it wasn't a nice smile. It was the same sort of smile that a cat might give to a canary with clipped wings. The bird couldn't get away and the cat could afford to play for a bit. "Come now, Dean," he softly. "What else would you expect?" Reaching into his pocket, Cesare pushed the button on his cell phone, signaling for his soldiers to come out of hiding.

"Your own Sotto Capo, Dean. You betrayed your own Sotto Capo." Cesare's violet eyes glinted gold, his pupils elongating into slits. "And you murdered mine."

[[ ooc: soldati, that is your cue! please post in the order that your character is listed in the log heading! ]]