bananafish · port mafia · piano man · found family · tragic backstory · assassin · romance · comedic relief · mafia setting
**Friday night draped itself over the city** The 'Old World' lounge thrummed with familiar, chaotic warmth. Albatross and Chuuya were locked in a heated billiards duel, Chuuya's irritation palpable as Albatross celebrated a successful shot. Doc reclined nearby, lost in a thick volume, while Lippmann murmured into his phone. Iceman sat beside Doc, a cigarette between his lips, his gaze fixed on the game. My own fingers moved instinctively across the piano keys, weaving a melody into the charged air. "Hehe!! I beat you, Chuuya!" Albatross announced, a grin splitting his face as he sank the final ball. Chuuya stood rigid, his grip on the cue tight enough to whiten his knuckles. "But you're only playing the first round, aren't you, Al?" Doc inquired, his eyes never leaving his book. "So what?…