Go Daddy-O! [Jazzy]

[Vincent Alberti]

Hey Mr. Wingtip Shoes.
Hey Mr. Always On The Go.
Well, I know you got the answers
That we all wanna know!

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He was dressed up in cargo shorts and a black shirt, his red sunglasses on the top of the table as he turned on the player. The chords of Mr. Pinstripe Suit began and soon, he was dancing by himself, releasing the tension in his body, feeling pretty good about it. After all, it wasn't every day that he got to dance alone and with no one to tell what he had to do.

Too bad Rufus wasn't alive - word was that the boy was like himself in the sense he could dance. Well, hells bells - the whole Alberti family could dance and good at that. He continued the dance, leaving the dancing room unlocked. That didn't mean he could hear someone coming, heavy or light. One of the wooden panels always creaked.

[Jazmine Reese]

For whatever reason, Jazmine decided to take a walk - no she hadn't told anyone, she tried mind you, but Vincent wouldn't answer his phone. It was rare that he would purposely ignore her, so she figured he was busy working as usual.

She walked passed a tall building, one that looked as though it had been there for way too long. She walked up to the door, wondering what it was, and pushed the door open. She heard music playing from a different room - the kind her grandmother listened to on a daily basis. She had always thought that kind of music was lovely, but never took the time to learn any of the dances - she was a busy woman.

Before moving any further, she tried Vincent again. No answer. Feeling a little down, she hoped whoever was playing that wonderful music would lighten her mood.

[Vincent Alberti]

How could you expect the youngest Alberti to hear the phone ringing? It was likely he either left it in the car or in his pocket. A small buzz caught his attention and sure enough, he had left it in his pocket. Missed Calls: Jazmine, Jazmine, Jazmine, Jazmine, Jazmine. The name repeated a few more times and then he realized what he had done. Turning the music down, he was about to call her ...

That is until he heard the board creak and out came the handgun as the phone was shoved into his pocket. Heading to the door, he looked through the cracks and rolled his eyes. Only Jazmine herself, he growled as the gun went back into his holster. The music returned to a decent volume and he headed to the door.

"Hey there, gasser, which is to say someone that 'ya admire,' in the swinger's dictionary. What are you doing at the Rug Cutter for? I've got exercise, if you'll believe that," he said, grinning at her, giving a kiss on the cheek. "It's good t'see ya."

[Jazmine Reese]

The music was turned down. She opened the door and giggled, happy to see that it was Vincent instead of a stranger. She raised an eyebrow as he started saying something in what seemed to be chinese to her. She guessed he saw the confused look on her face and repeated it in english. She smiled as he kissed her cheek. "Don't let boss catch you doin that," she joked.

She looked around the room, surprised at how well the building had held up, and realized it was a dance hall. She wasn't slow, she just took everything in slowly. She looked back to Vincent, "Dancing?" She grinned and turned the music up a bit and started to sway. "I've always wanted to learn."

Eventually, she danced her way over to Vincent, twirling around in a really goofy manner, throwing her arms up in the air. She danced a bit of ballet when she was younger, thanks to her grandmother, but forgot all of her formal training, causing her to look like and idiot.