Putting the heels up (open)

[Bloody Vicious and Pitbull]

"No, Vincent. I don't think you understand. I said I wanted what was coming to me today... and if you're saying you don't have it, then I'm afraid we'll have to keep our word on what we said would happen if you didn't. Unlike you, my friend, I keep very closely to my word. Unfortunate in your case. Goodbye, Vinny."

The face of Bloody Vicious split into a grin as he remembered the encounter as they walked down the street, the five of them stepping as if they owned the place. It didn't matter who got in the group's way, as Pitbull was making sure that no one impeded them, and was doing a good job of it too. The sound of his metal heels was a grating one, often getting him dirty looks, which he would turn right back to. No one confronted him about it after seeing that look in his eye. ""How about eating out tonight, boys? Pitbull, you remember that one place? We're goin' there." "Got it, boss"

The big man walked in front, of course to clear all traffic that could have impeded his boss. People actively tried to get out of his way, and in doing so cleared the path for the men behind him. Bruno, Teddy, Henry and Vicious. They were out celebrating, after all they had just gotten some nasty business cleared up with a rival gang. It had not ended well, for the other gang that is. Messy, but quiet and quick. There was no leads back to the group that walked toward the resturant and that was the way Vicious wanted it. Even if they could have traced it to him, it wasn't difficult to get off of the hook for little things like that. Pitbull and Bruno, the other big man joked about, mostly lewd, humorless jokes, the kind that Vicious only chuckled slightly at, shaking his head. They had no class, but they had their uses. They had chosen this resturant for a few reasons. For one, the manager knew who Vicious was, and what he would do if they didn't feel like having him today. Pitbull was useful for convincing people that they really did have a table open, and even if they didn't need to do such convincing, he enjoyed watching people shake in their boots. The five filed through the door soon enough, Pitbull and Vicious walking through first.

"Let's have a seat, hm?" was all Vicious said to his comrades. They walked past the man who took reservations, he recognized the big form of Pitbull and the following form of Vicious. He sounded as if he was going to protest, but did not... instead he had to turn to the family that had walked in behind them and inform them that their reservation had to be canceled.

The group took their seats, except Pitbull, who was generally too big to sit down in the chairs they offered. Vicious withdrew a cigar, putting it to his lips. It was only a split second before Teddy, a shew of a man with shaking hands brought up a zippo lighter to burn the end.

"Order what you all want, boys. It's on me tonight."

[Colonel Nick Fury]

(OOC: Posting as Iron Man/Tony Stark!)

Iron Man was flying over the streets of New York towards Stark Towers. He had just foiled a bank robbery by a collection of over-rated villains. Heh, thought Iron Man, If you're going to run out of the bank, make sure you go out the exit door and not the bathroom door.

As he was flying his Iron Man armor detected something below. Traffic was being halted by a huge man walking straight across the street. There were men following him as well. He seemed to be clearing the traffic for them.

The Iron Man armor did a quick scan. The results turned up not so good. The scan didn't reveal much other than the big guy was called Pitbull and another guy who went by the name Bloody Vicious. He better go check this out but not as Iron Man. He'd check it out as Tony Stark.

Once getting out of his armor, Tony Stark walked into the restaraunt and up to the man to do with the reservations. "Ah, Mr. Stark," he said. "Hello, I'd like a table please." The man was scattering through his books. He knew the place was packed but he also knew it would be bad for business to refuse a celebrity. "Are you sure you wouldn't like to come back another time? Free of charge." "No," Tony Stark answered, "I'd like to dine now." "Please wait for a second," the man said and he ran off to the manager.

While he was waiting, Tony examined the group of five men sitting at a table. Well the big one was standing. If he sat on a chair, he'd probably brake it. It looked like the guy Bloody Vicious was in charge but he couldn't be sure.

Then the man came back and said, "Right this way, Mr. Stark. A table just became avaliable." The man led him to a table. "Please call me Tony," Tony said.
"So are you dining on your own, Mr. St... eh Tony?"
"Yes as a matter of fact I am."
"I shall have a waiter over here in a matter of seconds."
"Thank you," Tony said and the man walked back to his post collecting reservations.

[Bloody Vicious and Pitbull]

They did not have to wait long for service. Vicious merely spread his hands out to his associates, a signal that they could order what they wanted, including Pitbull. Most of them spoke at once, trying to outdo the prior by picking something 'classy', which of course meant that it was going to be expensive. Not so much that it would worry the one paying, at least not when they had the connections he did. Vicious would have loved to have spoken about their exploit, or at least congratulate them on a job well done, but he wasn't stupid. No matter how rotten to the core the city was, the populace at large is quite happy with it's perception of safety, that the law ruled in the city, and the world. The mere thought of it was enough to make Bloody chuckle to himself. When the waiter got done with the orders, he was promptly waved off by the leader.

"So, boss. What's the plan for later, eh?" the deep voice of his second hand man, Pitbull was enough to pull him from his reverie. Casting a somewhat perturbed glance to his large partner, he put his hands behind his head, giving a look o fear disinterest.

"With the way things went last time, I would think that if things keep going the way they have been, especially earlier, then these little excursions are going to become much less frequent." he gave an appreciative nod to his associates, who returned the gesture, all of them feeling quite proud of themselves at this point.

"Let's just make sure things keep going smoothly, hm?"

[Colonel Nick Fury]

Tony watched as the men seemed to be discussing something. The overall aura of these men seemed to be scaring some customers. Some of the more frightened ones were making their way to the exit. Well they did look a bit dodgy. Tony easily guessed that like him, they did not have a reservation. Only they got in to the place using different methods.

He pulled an iPod out of his pocket. This wasn't a normal iPod though. This had been modified by Tony Stark himself with some extra features. The iPod was used to eavesdrop on the five men and Tony could hear it all through his earphones. And just be case things got a bit hairy, Tony had five of his personal undercover guards outside the restuarant in cars and whatnot. Unfortunately they could not get inside the restaraunt without a reservation.

[Bloody Vicious and Pitbull]

Though they did not seem in the least bit suspicious, and they weren't, they never spoke of anything in specific. Most of their words, not Vicious's, were self appraising, while Bloody remained silent and Pitbull laughed at the references being made, like how 'he went down like a ton of bricks'. Vicious could notice the people leaving, and didn't care that it was his little posse's fault. He enjoyed the fact that they knew who not to bother, and it just made for more room. When the food finally got there, the waiter nervously set the plates upon the table, being extra careful not to do ANYTHING incorrect.

"O..okay! This gentleman here had Brie En Croute." he set the plate before Teddy, who immediately set into the meal as if it was his last. "The marinated steak, medium rare for you." setting the plate before the big man named Bruno. (but not nearly as big as Pitbull) "And a... Turkey sandwich for you." the waiter had no idea where to set the extremely unorthidox order, so he merely handed the plate to Pitbull, who didn't seem to mind holding it and eating it.

"Will that be all?" the waiter looked like he just wanted to leave. Vicious glanced around his table, not seeing any objections.

"Hey! My STEAK'S not medium rare!" Bruno shouted angrily at the waiter. Though it might have been a bit 'off', it had been cooked expertly, a delicious meal reguardless. Most who saw the display knew what was going on. There wasn't a real problem with the meal, it was just some goon trying to show off.

[Colonel Nick Fury]

Tony Stark had been eavesdropping on their conversation with his technology enhanced iPod. By right, they were doing nothing wrong. Still he knew that they weren't exactly heroes either.

The waiter came over to his table looking a small bit surprised that he was listening to his iPod and on his own. "No lady friend tonight, Mr. Stark?" Tony grinned, "No. I'm simply hungry." "Yes well what will you be having to eat?" "Ehh. I'll have the chicken curry then," Tony said picking a random selection of the menu. The waiter then took the menu away from from him. "Thank you."

Then a deafening voice was heard in his earphones, "Hey! My steak's not medium rare!" Tony immediately looked across at their table to see the waiter panicking.

[Bloody Vicious and Pitbull]

The waiter looked as if he were a doe caught in the headlights of a speeding vehicle. All the conversation had stopped dead between the five to stare at him. Vicious did not seem in the least bit phased, his arms crossed, long nailed fingers tapping upon his arm as he just watched with amusement at what his men were doing. Bruno, on the other hand, was livid. His face went red as he screamed swear after swear at the poor waiter. The waiter saw that Bruno was the least reasonable of the five there, at least it seemed like it. Henry and Teddy merely snickered at the man's misfortune, playing it off like one big joke. When the Waiter's eyes fell on Bloody, he shook his head.

"My friend here says that you cooked his meal wrong. I suggest you fix it. Now. Bruno, what would you suggest?"

""Well. First? He should clean up the d**n MESS!" with a delibrate move of his hand, he swept the plate off of the table, letting the contents hit the floor, staining the previously clean carpet. ""I don't want to eat in this filth they have laying about!". The other three laughed at this, watching the Waiter crouch down to pick up the food without complaint, for fear of what it could bring. When it was finally brought back onto the plate, Bruno halted him with a gesture.

"Leave the plate here, buck. Yer gonna bring me a new one, COOKED RIGHT this time. Then we're gonna let you eat with us, Since Vicious here is in a good mood." Vicious merely nodded to his words, not showing any movement to stop, or encourage the actions. "Your food is already here. Now get mine, NOW." he motioned to the cleaned up food, signaling that this was to be the waiter's meal with the guys. "Bon Apetite!"

That got the guys really laughing, even Vicious chuckled at the remark, while shaking his head as if he was finding it funny for an entirely different reason.

[Colonel Nick Fury]

Now this was getting a bit out of hand. Tony had been listening to their conversation for a while now. They were getting their waiter to eat food off the floor for the love of God. He would have to deal with this. But Tony was nothing without his armor. Sure he had taken a few lessons from Steve but still. He was all about the guns, the weapons. Luckily though thanks to all the people exiting the restuarant, his guards had been able to get in be case anything got crazy.

Tony informed his guards to be ready. They warned him that he shouldn't go near them. Just leave them alone. But then what kinda superhero would he be.

He walked over to the table, martini glass swinging in his hand. Once he reached the table, he realized it was a pretty stupid thing for someone to walk up to some random person's table.

[Bloody Vicious and Pitbull]

The men at the table were all armed, though they had done quite a good job at concealing such. The only one that didn't have a 'piece' on him was Pitbull, and that was for obvious reasons. The moment Tony walked near the table, he would find he could only glimpse at vicious from around an extremely large, muscular man. All 7'11, four hundred pounds of Earl Jones stepped between the table that his boss sat at, and the interloper. Large arms crossed over his chest, grumbling as he stared down at Tony.

"You got some business with the boss?"

The other four's attention was turned to Pitbull, though they couldn't see around his large form, they only assumed that someone had come by to stick up for the waiter, or maybe a different garcon?

[Colonel Nick Fury]

Tony struggled for something to say. In the end he decided it would be easier to explain if he was drunk and started swinging his glass, "What business? No, no. Just came over to say Hi. It's a free country ain't it? You boys are making quite a noise over here."

[Bloody Vicious and Pitbull]

Vicious looked as if he was getting more and more interested in the one before them. Pitbull taking a glance over his shoulder noticed this, taking a step forward, and if Tony didn't step back, pushing the seemingly drunken man forward as well. The other three were nudging one another, calling their attentions to their big friend.

"Fifty that the guy goes down like a wimp in one punch."

"I'm not takin' that stupid bet!"

Instead of making any sort of violent reaction to Tony, the big man leaned in as close as he could. After all, he thought the guy was just some drunk that might be making a big mistake. "Look, just get outta 'ere. I don't wanna hafta mess you up, okay? he whispered as low as he could. The others just thought that he was talking some trash, fortunately for him.

[Colonel Nick Fury]

Maybe this guy was decent. He was obviously not as evil as the others. He seemed to be warning Tony to go away. Even so.

Then the trembling waiter came back with a new plate of food. This can't be good thought Tony. And the attention was temporarly taken of him an onto the waiter.

[Bloody Vicious and Pitbull]

When the waiter did finally arrive, all eyes were once more upon the nervous one with the new food. it smelled delicious, better than the old meal did, or had. Seemingly they had worked extra hard on it to appease their tormentors, in hopes that it would be enough to get them, mostly Bruno, to cease and desist. Pitbull stepped aside so the waiter could set down the food. When the big guy finally stepped aside, Vicious saw exactly who had 'drunkenly' stumbled to the table. Unlike the others, Vicious was much more observant, and not to mention in touch with the times. While Bruno was smugly getting a seat for the waiter to eat his disgusting meal, Vicious opened his arms widely, as if welcoming a close guest.

"Well Hello Mr.Stark. What DO we owe the pleasure?"

[Colonel Nick Fury]

Dammit. Tony knew they would have guessed who he was but still. From what he could figure out they were an English gang. I guess he was well known across the lake as well.

Tony grabbed a chair and pulled it beside the waiter still keeping his drunk act on, "What a guy can't say hi anymore. I just saw ye hanging around. I was lonely."

Tony knew that they were packing. He had had a scan done before he came over. So he had to be careful what he said.

[Bloody Vicious and Pitbull]

"Free country? Funny, that." he chuckled to himself, raising a hand to snap his fingers loudly. The waiter stood immediately stood, looking to Blood with a fearful glaze to his eyes. "As much as you might want to sit down and enjoy the lovely meal before you with I disagreeociate Bruno, I would like you to bring our esteemed guest another drink. The waiter looked unsure, seeing Tony as already being tottering drunk.

"Just get the man a martini, waiter. Unless you'd like to eat with Bruno right now." Bloody looked to Tony with a knowing glance. He didn't look in the least convinced of his drunkness, though he wasn't mentioning it in the least.