Henry walked to the door of the red apple inn. It was an inviting little place, though he could tell by the drunken idiots stammering around that it wasn't reputable. Had they never heard of a cut off? He pushed into the Inn, looking to the stage, Where a lovely brunette was singing a swing song, A few couples dancing, one couple being a lovely little Blonde woman with rosy cheeks. She was dancing with a latina girl, Hair tied up with a ribbon, and both seemed to be enjoying each other's company. Henry huffed, annoyed that they were allowed to be so open about their clear attraction to each other. He knew if he were to ever fall in love with a man, the two would be chastised and driven from the town. Girls had all the fun. He moved to the bar, sitting next to a woman with white hair, though she looked younger than Henry by quite a few years. She was talking to the bartender.

"And I swear if he thinks he can get away with treatin me like that-'' The woman looked to Henry, shutting her red painted lips. "Well hello Handsome~" She flirted, though Henry was not having any of that nonsense.
"Not interested lady." He said simply.

"Not even in a simple conversation with the main act? Ya must be here for someone special~" The woman teased gently. "What's her name~? I can tell her yer here." She pressed a hand gently on Henry's chest. He gently pulled her hand from his chest and pushed her back.

"Can't a man just be lookin' to drink?" He rumbled, though he looked her in the eyes and noticed one was blue and the other was brown, and he couldn't deny that those eyes were gorgeous. He looked away quickly, "I'm lookin' for somethin' but you ain't it." He said softly. "Not that you aren't pretty. If I was anyone who I'm not, I'd take a chance at you." Her spirits seemed to dampen slightly, then rose again.

"Well. I'm here every night handsome~ If you ever change yer mind~" Henry nodded softly, If he had been any other man ed have taken this beautiful woman to one of the rooms, not that he could afford that. He had business to attend to anyway. Didn't stop him from watching her take the stage, and sing. And god was her voice heaven on earth. He'd be lucky to earn even another glance. He shook his head, scanning the crowd. He spotted Valentino sitting in the crowd, women hanging off of his arms, staring directly at the woman on stage. He never got her name from her, but the poster on the wall said "Angel". It suited her. A heavenly name for a heavenly woman. He watched as she moved down the stage's steps once she finished her songs, and sat next to Valentino. Of course she belonged to the drug dealing pimp. Henry sighed, moving to finally order a Brandy. His son's name sake. A choice his now Ex-Wife hated. But she went with it none-the-less so.. Dragging himself from that thought, he watched Angel move towards the dressing rooms, Maybe he'd catch her on the way out. He scanned the room For Anthony. He could be anywhere. He'd seen Aldo before, surely Anthony wouldn't look too different. When his eyes caught a glimpse of the eyes again, they were not on Angel, but a blonde man. One who looked.. Familiar, but Henry couldn't place his finger on why.

"Anthony!!!" A woman screeched, She looked almost identical to Anthony. She, Henry recognized as Molly Satiago, wrapped her arms around Anthony tightly. Anthony looked slightly uncomfortable, hugging his sister back, and seemed to be trying to lead her out of the establishment. Henry couldn't blame himm, thus wasn't exactly the type of place for a Young woman who seemed so innocent. She finally listened and let Anthony push her out. Henry sighed, looks like he'd be back tomorrow.

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For weeks it went on, Angel would perform and Anthony would be there for less than a few minutes upon leaving the back rooms. He'd had a few meaningless conversations with Angel, mostly Angel flirting and Insisting a night together, but Henry found her efforts amusing at most. Today was no different.
"C'mon tiger~ Just one night?" She placed her hand on Henry's chest. Henry shook his head with a chuckle, gently plucking her hand from his chest.

"'Fraid i can't afford your prices, even if i wanted to have a one night adventure." He smiled at the woman, who smiled back. "But it's nice to have a beautiful woman pretending to be interested in me."

"Pretending? Hun, have you seen yerself? Yer a catch! Any woman, or man, would be lucky to have such a gentleman! Ya haven't even tried to touch me" She giggled softly. A hand soon found its way to her leg, earning a flinch.
"Angel~ Dear. You're on in 5. Get ready," A voice growled, Henry looking to find it belonging to Valentino. "In the dressing rooms, now."
"Y-yes Val-" Angel moved to get up. And that. That pissed Henry off. Henry watched as the two went to the backrooms. He was tempted to follow, but decided against it for safety's sake. He took a swig of his drink and leaned against the counter, waiting the 5 minutes. Angel came back out and Henry immediately knew something was wrong. Angel was wearing a new face of makeup, not to mansion the clear bruising forming on her arm and knees. Henry knew at that point he needed to get to her before Val, and take her away for a night at least. Al would be able to help he was sure, and if he wasn't then Henry would get her a hotel room for a few nights. What was a few hundred to protect a pretty lady? He sighed, moving to the side of the stage to get to her first.