Jackson Abbott http://famewatcher.com/wp-content/u...Autumn-2010-MaleModelSceneNet-00-japanese.jpg wasn’t your typical mob boss. At such a young age he managed to get into a descent amount of trouble. When he was caught trying to hustle a mobster, the door of opportunity started to open for him, though he was as Caucasian as anyone could get. At 32 he managed to rise up fairly quickly in the ranks to gain so much favor in the organization. Though he married the former boss’ daughter to help boost his status, her unfortunate demise, as well as her father’s, couldn’t be pinned on him no matter how hard anyone tried to do so.
Just like any other day, he entered his favorite bar that he went to at least once a week. As his 6’2” body came in the front door, he brushed his brown hair back, noting that it was a bit busier than usual. “This is what I like to see,” he said to himself as he looked at the place filling up. It was hard to imagine that this was the same place that he damaged and threatened people for a “fee” in his youth. There was the occasional greeting that was exchanged as he went to his favorite table near the back.
As he sat down, he took off his coat and set it down next to his seat. Though Las Vegas had a lot of bars and other establishments, he knew the police usually stopped in to check on the place. Hopefully the normal officers that came in didn’t have any issues with their normal “bonus” that he gave them to just come in for a little bit, make sure nothing was wrong and then head out without any problems.
After a few minutes, he decided to stand up and sneak back into his office to hang up his coat. When he came back, he went towards the bar. He checked to make sure that his light yellow dress shirt looked good with his red silk tie. As he made his way to the bar, he leaned up against it and snapped his fingers as he saw one of the bartenders. “Hey, miss, can I get some service over here?” he asked with a bit more sound than usual. The only downside of running so many places is that he employed a lot of people and didn’t know who everyone was. Though he was here a few times a week, this girl seemed to be fairly new.
Just like any other day, he entered his favorite bar that he went to at least once a week. As his 6’2” body came in the front door, he brushed his brown hair back, noting that it was a bit busier than usual. “This is what I like to see,” he said to himself as he looked at the place filling up. It was hard to imagine that this was the same place that he damaged and threatened people for a “fee” in his youth. There was the occasional greeting that was exchanged as he went to his favorite table near the back.
As he sat down, he took off his coat and set it down next to his seat. Though Las Vegas had a lot of bars and other establishments, he knew the police usually stopped in to check on the place. Hopefully the normal officers that came in didn’t have any issues with their normal “bonus” that he gave them to just come in for a little bit, make sure nothing was wrong and then head out without any problems.
After a few minutes, he decided to stand up and sneak back into his office to hang up his coat. When he came back, he went towards the bar. He checked to make sure that his light yellow dress shirt looked good with his red silk tie. As he made his way to the bar, he leaned up against it and snapped his fingers as he saw one of the bartenders. “Hey, miss, can I get some service over here?” he asked with a bit more sound than usual. The only downside of running so many places is that he employed a lot of people and didn’t know who everyone was. Though he was here a few times a week, this girl seemed to be fairly new.