I want to be a female frickin Bruno Giorno and Mista

Abbacchio: *sitting at a small coffee table, reading a book and drinking red wine.* *muttering to himself* Finally...some god damn alone time.

[pic https://i.pinimg.com/originals/3d/5d/f3/3d5df3c97402511ed46eb9ce28842282.jpg] Mista was standing up holding the waiter at gunpoint because they had given her 4 meatballs on her spaghetti. [+red "HEY YOU FUCKING BASTARD WHAT THE HELL YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?! TRYING TO POISON ME?"

Abbacchio glared at Mista, taking a sip of his wine and standing up, walking over to Mista. "I swear to god if you don't shut the hell up I will suffocate you with a pillow!"

[pic https://i.pinimg.com/originals/3d/5d/f3/3d5df3c97402511ed46eb9ce28842282.jpg] [+red "ABBACCHIO STAY OUT OF IT! THIS FUCKER!"] She would say while pushing her Pistol at the head of the waiter. [+red "GAVE ME 4 MEATBALLS! 4! YOU KNOW HOW BAD 4 IS!"]

"TAKE ONE OUT DUMBASS! I'M NOT DEALING WITH YOUR SHIT TODAY!" He yelled, grabbing Mista's wrist in a way that pushed her hand down, aiming the gun at the floor.

[pic https://i.pinimg.com/736x/88/cd/55/88cd5575d4e60d0dcbb31b3c891f5750.jpg] Mista quickly gripped his arm and dropped onto one knee, making his face get closer to hers. Mista would use F e m i n i n e t e c h n i q u e and move her face close to his where their lips were just barely touching. She would take the time he was flustered and yank her gun away before putting the barrel of the gun in her pants. [+red "Ill put my gun away but Im not touching any of those fucking meatballs! You know how much bad luck the number 4 brings me!"]

Abbacchio stood up straight and went back over to where he was sitting before. "Never touch me again you ignorant slut.." He grumbled, sitting back down and taking a sip of his wine. He didn't even know what to say about what Mista had done, he just wanted the situation over with. "And if you try that garbage again I'll hit you in the face with a chair."

[pic https://i.pinimg.com/736x/88/cd/55/88cd5575d4e60d0dcbb31b3c891f5750.jpg] Mista stared at Abbacchio with an angry expression on her face. [+red "Fuck you! You're a literal walking BDSM whore."] She sat down in a chair and began to eat a bread roll and through her chewing she spoke to him. [+red "Awwww you're flustered! That's cute. The big tough Abbacchio flustered from a girl just a few inches away from him"

"SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!!!!" He said aggressively, pouring himself more wine. He eventually just tuned her out while he did his best to get wasted. "Don't ever talk to me again, if you want to bother someone go bother Bruno or Fugo. I want to read and drink." He mumbled, though his words were slightly slurred due to the amount of alcohol in his system.

[pic https://i.pinimg.com/736x/88/cd/55/88cd5575d4e60d0dcbb31b3c891f5750.jpg] [+red "Whatever Abbacchio. Fugo! They put 4 fucking meatballs on my spaghetti and I am not touching that shit until I either get 1 more or 1 less. 5 is fine 3 is fine...anything but 4 is fucking fine but 4!? 4 is not the amount I want to be near. So can...you help me out?"]

He painstakingly watched as Fugo walked over and stabbed one of the meatballs with a knife, removing it from the tanned female's plate. He eventually walked out of the restaurant, leaning against the outside of the building, waiting for the rest of the members to leave so he could follow. "Fucking bitch...I'd rather have a headpounding hangover rather than be around her..."

[pic https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ef/08/25/ef0825cfa9615cccdbc5b057e396a633.jpg] [+gold "Abbacchio are you alright?"] asked Giorna, who had been watching the male due to Bruno's request. She walked towards him and would hold her hand out as if she wanted to help keep him on his feet.

"I'm fine, I'm just kinda tired. I think I'm gonna head out." He said, turning away and walking down the street, obviously drunk but not blackout. Well, not yet. At some point he walked into an alley, realizing he had no clue where he was. He was trying to focus on where he was, mumbling curses under his breath.

[pic https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ef/08/25/ef0825cfa9615cccdbc5b057e396a633.jpg]Giorna had her eyes on him for a second and looked away for a bit. Only to find him gone and she immediately started calling out for him while running in the direction she thought he walked in.

Abbacchio groaned as he heard Giorna's voice, causing him to walk out of the alley. "What do you want!? I'm trying not to pass out." He muttered, glaring at the blonde, his facial expressions showing how he truly felt. He wasn't angry, just exhausted.

Giorna looked at him and jogged over to him. [+gold "Damn it Abbacchio you cant just walk into a random direction while you're in this condition. It's more dangerous. And there's no telling who might want to take you out while you're away from the group."]

He frowned, leaning against a wall, trying to regain his balance. He could care less what Giorna had to say, she wasn't the person he would choose to be around. "Shut up, I don't care about what you think. I can handle myself without you." He hissed, walking past her, practically shoving her aside as he walked back to the restaurant.

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U THINK UR COOL UR NOT AS AWESOME AS THE BROS THEMSELVES THE COOL OF THE COOL THE BESTIES OF BESTIES

damn bro i miss this place [pic https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ef/08/25/ef0825cfa9615cccdbc5b057e396a633.jpg] [+gold "Abbacchio...Why are you so defiant? I just want to help you as one of the familia. Passione remember?"