Who: Tomato Gang Alicia, Romano, Alejándro, Antonio (+anyone else who wants to comfort him)
When: Wednesday, 2nd of March. 12.30 midday
Where: The Coffee Shoppe
What: Its Comfort the Spaniard time. Too bad he couldn't have chosen better friends.
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Oh Toni... )
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"Hey, but everyone looked really convinced today! I'm pretty sure the jury heard it enough times that I'm not a bad guy. It'll all be over really soon and we can just forget about it!" He grinned, looking a good deal more convinced than everyone else at the table. Especially the half-awake Italian next to him. It looked like he was taking all of this a lot worse than anyone else.
"So cheer up, Lovi," he leaned up against him, circling his arm around his shoulders. "I'll be fine."
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"Do you realise how much trouble you're causing me? Lawyers aren't cheap y'know, and God knows what that retard (read: apprentice) has done to my Pizzeria."
Romano sighed, leaning forward to cup his face in open hands, which gradually slid back to dig into his hair. "Is it too much to ask for you not to do anything stupid?"
Just hurry up and get out of there, god dammit.
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Looking back across the table at Ale and Alicia, his smile turned up another few degrees. "Everything will be okay, really!"
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"Cha, no te preocupes. El jurado saben que la mujer es una idiota." Ale agreed easily, setting his mug down and stretching his arms overhead.
Alicia had been oddly preoccupied with her own drink, so Alejándro dropped his arms and sent a surreptitious nudge into her side with his elbow.
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