The Meet

[Sammy Belgheri]

Sammy smirked.
"Sometimes I wonder if it's worth taking the plunge. Marriage doesn't seem
all it's cracked up to be. Half the couples nowadays don't even stay togeather."
He sipped his vitamin water.
"How do you do it? How do and Carmela deal with all the shit that comes
with married life?" He paused. "And with the business?"

[Tony Soprano]

Tony chuckled, looking at him. "We have a Michael / Kay relationship. She knows not to ask about my business" Tony gave a hefty laugh, referring to The Godfather, as usual. "Speaking of which, you should hear Sil's impressions. They're fuckin' Grade-A" he said, with a smile upon his face.

[Sammy Belgheri]

Sammy nodded.
"Great fuckin' movie. I'll have to stick around and see him
do it. Which reminds me...we better head back out. They're probably
all there by now." He finished his vitamin water and stood up. "You want
me to pay?" he asked.

[Tony Soprano]

"Nah, I got this one" Tony said, pulling a few dollar bills out and throwing them on the table. He winked at the waitress as they headed out, towards the car.

[Sammy Belgheri]

He gave a slight nod to the waitress in thanks for her service and walked out.
Sammy looked over the car just to make sure there weren't any dents or scratches.
Even though he'd watched it from the diner he was very compulsive with things he owned.
He got in the driver's side and slammed the door shut, waiting on Tony before starting the car.

[Tony Soprano]

Tony slammed his door shut, but not too hard, and fastened his seatbelt. He'd been in one-too-many crashes. As they set off again, he thought about when he used to go to meetings like this with Jackie. Back when he was the boss. Back when there was a lot of respect.

[Sammy Belgheri]

Sammy drove back out onto the road, going over the directions to
the meeting place in his head. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.
There was silence for another few minutes before his cellphone vibrated again.
"Jesus, doesn't this guy take a fuckin' hint?"
Sammy slowed the car down a bit and took out his phone, opening it and then
closing it quickly to hang up on Terry. He then turned it off and tossed it into the back seat.

[Tony Soprano]

Tony had a certain smirk upon his face. "So giving this guy one last chance is really out of the question, huh?" he said, looking back at the phone, then out of the window again. "And, ya know, Seatbelts save your life...I'd put it on..."

[Sammy Belgheri]

"He doesn't want a second chance. All he wants is more dough to spend on that shit."
Sammy tightened his grip on the steering wheel out of frustration at the thought.
"I wanted to have an intervention for Terry, but his family wants nothin' to do with him and he's got no friends other than me. So that idea was screwed to hell."
He paused and glanced over to Tony.
"You kiddin'? I can't be comfortable wearin' a seatbelt. Feels too confining."

[Tony Soprano]

"Yeah well, we'll see about confinement when your lungs are filled with blood." He said, having read all those articles in the newspapers. He definitely had his belt fastened. He didn't want to go out like that.

[Sammy Belgheri]

"Don't worry. I don't plan on crashing." he said with a smirk.
They drove further, drawing closer to their destination. It was in view.
"It's show time, T."
Sammy pulled the car up towards the warehouse.

[Tony Soprano]

"Throw your piece in the back" Tony said, tossing his gun backwards. He sat up as they stopped near the warehouse, opening the door as the engine shut off. Sil was walking towards the car as Tony had a big grin on his face. He shut the door behind him, straightening his jacket.

[Sammy Belgheri]

Sammy nodded and pulled his pistol out of his wasteband, tossing it into the back before getting out of the car.
"You sure you want me to go in there? I'm not exactly in a position to know what goes down at this meeting."

[sildante]

Silvio greeted Tony in a traditional way, and then put his arm around Sammy, leading him in, mostly because he wasn't high enough in the ranks to be greeted by the 'wiseguys'. "Kid, you're gonna be fine" he said in referral to what he'd just asked Tony.

[Tony Soprano]

"Yeah, it'll be fine." They walked inside the warehouse, everyone unarmed, as the door was opened and they stepped inside. "Alright, he's a real fuckin' loose cannon in there, so don't say anything to piss him off. We don't want a war on our hands." Tony whispered to both of them.