Anthony found himself actually having fun while (mostly) sober. He hadn't drank much and wasn't high at all, but was having a blast with Henry. They didn't dance much, and when they did it was mostly Anthony dancing and Henry laughing with him. A few hours into enjoying each other's company, a voice broke through nearby. "An-angel?" The female spoke.

"Cherri!" He smiled and hugged her. "What are ya doing?? Don't ya have work?"

"Nah. Got the night off because of a problem at the inn." She smiled softly. "Definitely not caused by yours truly" Anthony laughed at this.

"You mischievous lady!" Anthony gave her a smile. "Wish I coulda been there to witness it!" He looked to Henry, "Can ya believe the nerves of this girl?" Henry shook his head a little bit, with a chuckle.

"You aren't scared of getting hurt?" Henry asked.
"Nah, he rarely hurts me. Unfortunately, Angel here is his favorite-" Anthony looked down. He didn't like being Valintino's favorite, that much was clear to Henry. "But We're gonna get out of that place. Run down to LA and be movie stars!" Cherri smiled, earning a soft smile from Anthony who clearly didn't believe in this dream. Henry raised an eyebrow at this dream.
"Well. I hope that works out for you." He nodded a bit, "you both deserve to escape from such a man. Even if you stayed in the business you're in, you deserve a better manager." Anthony looked up at Henry.
"ya-ya think we'd stay in the same business?" Henry shrugged.
"If you wanted to. I wouldn't expect you to do anything you don't want to," Anthony's eyes seemed to light up with hope. Someone who accepted him as he was, at least the parts he liked about himself. Henry looked over to a poker table at the side of the bar. His temptation to Play was a little overwhelming. "I.. Either of you play poker?" Anthony moved, dragging him to the table.

'Lucky for you, i'm very good at distraction~"

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Several rounds had passed, husk not really losing any money, but definitely losing patience with his losing streak. "Fuck." He mumbled softly to himself. He was given a shit hand, to put it lightly, and it showed. He hadn't played since he lost to Al and he had lost his own family to that loss. He growled and folded instantly, no use trying to play a shit hand. He looked at Anthony, flirting with a man who seemed cocky. The man ran a hand up Anthony's skirt, clearly trying to feel him up.

"Nuh-uh~ that costs money mister~" Anthony pushed his hand away. "Can't be givin my services for free" He teased.
"How much sexy~?" the man purred.
"300" Anthony smiled, though the man grumbled. He pulled out a wad of cash.

"Hows 700?" Anthony looked over to Henry, as if asking if he was allowed. When he received no disapproval or approval he smiled softly.
"700 sounds wonderful~" he moved to get up, the man following suit. "See ya later Whiskers," he pat Henry on the head, who shoo'd his hand away, now focused on the next starting round.

" see ya Legs.'' Henry said simply, earning a chuckle from Anthony. Anthony and the man walked into a nearby room, where the man immediately started to get handsy. Pulling on Anthony's dress, Anthony began pulling the man to the couch in the room. This room was definitely not made for the purposes of having sex, instead made for games of private poker. The man managed to get Anthony's dress off, and saw he was definitely not a girl.

"You're a man?" the man asked, voice clear he hadn't been expecting it. Anthony looked away a bit.

"Yeah." He said softly, trying to mask his shame. The man only moved and pulled his face towards him.

"You betta not tell a fucking soul i was here~" He kissed Anthony harshly. Anthony gasped softly into the sudden aggressive behavior. This was what he was used to, but the man had been so gentle when thinking Anthony had been a girl, Not that Anthony minded the rough behavior. The man moved and grabbed Anthony, pushing him to the couch. He bit down on Anthony's neck, definitely aiming to leave marks. Anthony knew that this would be a problem with his father, since he had abandoned his post for the night. Nothing Aldo couldn't handle taking over. His father would be pissed nonetheless but Anthony would deal with that little problem later, thank god he was good with make-up so he could cover any hickeys or other marks left on him. "Don't need anyone knowing a fucked a twink." the man growled softly, biting down again. Anthony gasped.

"Fuck~ Mark me all you like sir~"

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Several more rounds had passed, and Henry was getting annoyed. His losing streak hadn't run out and the guy across from him now was definitely cheating. He sighed as this round ended, gearing up for the next one, This one would be the last. He looked around the table and noticed the man was back, but not Anthony, Then he felt a hand on his back. He jumped and whipped his head around to see Anthony quickly raise his hands in defense.

"Shit sorry- didn't mean ta scare ya there whiskers," he said softly.

"'t's fine. Just startled me." He looked him over. "you're hurt."

"Oh hardly. A few marks ain't gonna kill anybody." He smiled softly. "Plus, nothing I didn't ask for," Anthony chuckled softly. Henry shook his head softly.

"Didn't need to know that much about you." Henry grumbled softly, turning back to his game.

"Yer the one who pointed out the marks~" Anthony teased.

"And I regret it." This earned a laugh from Anthony. Henry focused on the faces of the others as they checked their cards, the man across from him seemed to have a good hand, judging by the smirk. Henry looked at his cards. A king and a queen of spades. A pretty good hand. He raised the bet. The man across folded, Bad hand clearly displayed. And before he knew it, Henry had a royal flush. He tried to contain his absolute ecstatic shift in mood. And it worked for the most part as the other man didn't fold. Putting down his cards revealing a straight, Henry laughed a bit, putting down his own royal flush. "I win." He smiled, taking his winnings. "And with that I take my leave." Henry took the chips and stood up, looking at Anthony, who looked at all the chips with awe.

"Holy crap-" He looked up from the chips to Henry's face "that's.. so many chips-" Henry shrugged slightly.

"Not my fault they bet so much" Henry moved to go cash out. Anthony followed him and watched as he was handed a few big wads of hundreds. It had to be in the ten thousands. Probably. Maybe? He couldn't tell for sure but he knew it was a lot and that he'd get in trouble knowing his father had lost so much money. This bar? Yeah it was on his father's territory. It was owned by him in a protection sense, and they had just lost him thousands to a drunkard. Anthony gulped softly, he'd have to lie, pretend he was never here, granted doing that was a lot easier when the makeup masked who he really was. Makeup was like a witches spell, it could change how you appeared completely with just a few brush strokes. It was a blessing and a curse. A blessing that no one would know it was him but a curse because no one would be there to protect him if things went south like they inevitably did. And this was no different, as the Man who had sat across from Henry stood up, reaching for his bottle.

"Listen here ya little bastard." The man growled, breaking a bottle on the pool table -earning distressed noises from woman and angry grumbles from men- and grabbed Henry by the collar. "what kinda fuckin joke do you think yer playin'? On Santiago's land? Ya think ya can just cheat and get away with it?"

"There was no cheating needed." Henry said with a huff. "I'd never cheat on a game. Don't need to. You win or you lose. Cheating isn't going to get me anywhere good in life so why try?" Henry looked over. "I won fair and square, if yer mad I won just say so."

"Ya cheated. Ya had ta have." The man growled. "No buddy beats me." Henry sighed.

"Well. Somehow I did. Now I know that makes you upset, I get it, but there's no use trying to fight that I won. You can check the tapes and everything, never cheated a single round." But things never went down the easy way did they? Instead of going that said easy way, the man lunged the bottle at Henry, who grabbed his wrist and flipped him over, pulling a gun from his hip and aiming at the man's head. The man gulped and dropped the bottle, but Anthony soon felt a shooting pain in his arm. He looked over and saw another man had stabbed him with a small knife. With a soft sigh he pulled the little blade out and stabbed the man in his eye. The man screamed out in horror and pain and ran to go find the medic team. Anthony put a hand to the wound, which wasn't very bad compared to other wounds he'd been given in the past by his own father, and moved to grab a scarf off the list and found, no one would miss it. Henry looked at the man that tried to fight him. "Now. I'm gonna take my winnings and go. And you're gonna sit there and stay in this bar until closing. Understood? You get anywhere near me and I won't hesitate to blow your brains through your skull." Henry warned, receiving a very panicked nod and a quiet.

"U-understood-"