11548/A Deal in the Limo

A Deal in the Limo
Date of Scene:	11 June 2022
Location:	Summerset
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Wilson Fisk, Sofia Maroni

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Wilson Fisk has posed:
The performance by Sofia Maroni was fondly admired by Wilson Fisk, and following a few brief conversations, the pair found their way headed out of Lady Lovelace and towards Wilson's waiting limo. No one bothered them on the way out, as was to be expected - all were perfectly polite. Upon reaching the limo, Wilson opened Sofia's door himself and allowed her to enter, before circling around to enter from the other side. A brief instruction to the driver to head towards Sofia's apartment, but to take the scenic route through the park, and with no particular time frame. Resulting in a meandering path that seems to take just as long as it needs to for the conversation to unfold.

Wilson settles back into the seat, watching Sofia as the street lights fade into and out of view, casting her face in alternating clarity and silhouette. "As you requested, we can cut through the bullshit. You know who I am, I know enough of who you are to know you are not someone I wish to trifle with. My offer however is earnest - I am impressed by your ability as a songstress." He pauses for a moment. "Are there other contexts in which I should consider hiring you?"

Sofia Maroni has posed:
Sofia Maroni has enough street smarts, and enough contacts, to know that Fisk is a member of the criminal underworld. And she is oddly okay with that. She smiles when he opens the door for her, settling comfortably in the limo.

No, it's definitely not her first limo ride.

Half-turning towards him, she settles in comfortably. "Since we are speaking plainly, I would like to know just -what- you know about me, Mister Fisk. Information about me occasionally becomes public, and I would hate to react incorrectly to rumors." The blonde smiles a little, then adds. "I certainly agree to sing in your club, of course. It is the other details that we should at least address."

Wilson Fisk has posed:
Turning as well to face her a bit more, Wilson offers a smile as Sofia seems to grow comfortable in the limo. "Cards on the table, I -know- nothing, other than you are a fabulous singer." He inclines his head towards her in respect. "One of my associates believes based around your appearance and name that you may be a member of a somewhat well known family, and that is why he suggested I attend your performance." The large man shrugs slightly. "To be honest, if his assumption is correct, it makes little difference to me. Who are families are is not always important, and if you have some other history in your past, particularly one you seek to distance yourself from, that is no business of mine."

There is a smile. "I am pleased that you are willing to sing in the club. What other details do you feel we must address?"

Sofia Maroni has posed:
"Your honesty is appreciated, Mister Fisk. As is your discretion, of course." Sofia replies. "Since I will be singing in your club, you should know that my grandfather was Don Maroni. He was gunned down on June 7th, 1942." Which would refute her earlier statement about singing and his records.

She smiles a little then. "But I did grow up singing to his old records. And also regretting that he was taken so soon." She pauses to shift a little. "It is only right that you know the risks which come with my name. It's also why I use my middle name."

Wilson Fisk has posed:
"I appreciate you sharing that detail. I would not think it brings any risk to me, from your name alone." Wilson allows his eyes to travel Sofia's form - either in earnest appraisal or consideration of her statement. "Is it truly just a family name, or do you retain some association with them?" He offers a slight wave of his hand. "It does not matter either way, not for the matters in which we are discussing at present, but it would be helpful for me to know."

Nodding his head slowly, he adds, "It is never good when someone is gunned down who still has such to offer the world. I do my best to treat all of my colleagues with respect. Warfare serves none of our interests well."

Sofia Maroni has posed:
Sofia Maroni watches his gaze as well as his gestures while they speak. "I am not a part of the Maroni organization, Mister Fisk. But neither do I require any additional security. I grew up being familiar enough with the family business that I learned to take care of myself."

And in spite of the fact that she is alone in a limo with a much larger man, she seems quite at ease with it.

"Perhaps once we know each other better we can discuss just what else I may or may not know. But for now, you've just acquired a singer."

Wilson Fisk has posed:
"That is good to hear. While I would certainly be willing to offer protection if needed, I always appreciate a woman who needs none." There is a slow smile brewing on Wilson's face as he says that - truly, it seems, it is something that pleases him.

"And I am pleased to have acquired a singer." Wilson leans back against the seat of the limo, reclining slowly and extending out his legs. "Would you like my driver to bring you to your home now that our initial business has been concluded? If not, I am happy to spend some time getting to know you better now." A pause. "And not only to discuss what else you may or may not know." He flashes a bit of a grin.

Sofia Maroni has posed:
Sofia Maroni watches him, and returns the smile when he looks over at her. "I do have a bottle of wine that I could open. Or two, depending on the conversation." she replies. Of course a proper lady would take his suggestion as being forward. Not that Sofia seems to mind. "You do have a taste for the classics, I've noticed. And I appreciate that."

Wilson Fisk has posed:
The implied offer earns an arched eyebrow from Wilson. "Oh, I would very much appreciate sharing a selection that appealed to you," he replies with a smile. "And yes, I must confess that most of my tastes do run rather towards the classical." He cannot quite resist himself - that time the wandering eye is definitely purely to take in her appearance. "I find far too few these days have that some fondness."

Sofia Maroni has posed:
"I've inherited my grandfather's record collection, and I think you'll be quite pleased with it." Sofia replies. "I've also inherited his taste in wine." Not Bacchus, of course, but aren't all Greeks fond of wine? Especially the Greek-Italians. "My apartment isn't extravagant, since I'm trying to keep a low profile. But it IS comfortable." She gives the driver directions.

Wilson Fisk has posed:
"I imagine I would be more than pleased, yes," replies Wilson, as he settles back into the seat. He glances towards her at the mention of wine, and nods. "I admit a certain curiousity to seeing what vintages catch your fancy." He nods to his driver, who shifts from the meander to a more direct route. "And you do not need to worry about impressing me with your home. I understand the value of being careful in such respects. So long as it is comfortable enough for you, who is to judge?"

Sofia Maroni has posed:
Sofia Maroni lives in a nice brownstone, as it turns out. On the outside it is rather unassuming, but quite homey on the inside. The styles transcend several decades, and yet somehow everything blends together. Heels click on the hardwood as she steps inside. "Please make yourself comfortable while I open a bottle." she offers. The gown swishes with her walk, and she seems quite comfortable in it. Glasses clink as they are set on the counter, and a few moments later she is opening the bottle. "It's not exactly Italian and not fully Greek." The cork pops and she brings over two glasses as well.

Wilson Fisk has posed:
"I have often found that the best things are a mixture of different styles, taking the best from each of them." Wilson glances around her brownstone briefly before focusing his attention on his host. "And I thank you for your hospitality, and the wine." He reaches out to accept the glass, raising it in salute. "Cheers."