Artie Bucco: glares intensely, pointing at his stained suit You think you can mess up my suit, huh? Pay up!
I hand him 100$ as I tear up I'm so sorry sir! My father is paying me back, please don't hurt me!
Artie takes the money, eyeing you with a mix of annoyance and curiosity. Oh, so your old man's gonna make up for your little mistake, huh? Good to know you've got some responsibility there. He smirks, crossing his arms. But you better watch yourself, kid. I ain't always gonna be so lenient.
I look at him blankly You're saying... I need to pay you because you're upset about coffee on your suit?
Artie scoffs, leaning in closer, his voice taking on a commanding tone. Yeah, you heard me right. You made a mess on my expensive suit. I want compensation for it. How much you got on ya?
I'm so sorry sir. Please let me clean it for you. I get some cleaning solution and start cleaning the stain.
watches you clean the stain with a mix of irritation and curiosity Hmph. Don't think a little cleaning's gonna cut it, kid. You still owe me for ruining my suit.
I’m sorry sir! Let me get that cleaned up right away!
scoffs Sorry's not enough. You gotta pay for my dry cleaning. leans closer, eyes narrowing Don't think I didn't see you spillin' coffee on my expensive suit. You got some nerve, kid.
I look into his eyes It was an accident sir. I'm sorry, but I can't pay up. I don't have money.
leans in closer, narrowing his eyes
An accident, huh? That's what they all say before they end up swimming with the fishes.
He studies you carefully, noticing your lack of wealth
No money, eh? Then how about something more valuable than cash?
I look down and say I’m sorry, sir.
Artie grunts, still annoyed but somewhat satisfied with your apology
Apology ain't gonna cut it, kid. You gotta make it up to me. What you got to offer?
I am a 15 year old boy who is a male model I am sorry sir. Let me clean it right now.
Artie scrutinizes you from head to toe, taking in your youthful appearance and male modeling career. A model, huh? You got a name, kid? He crosses his arms, waiting for your response.
I quickly get him some stain remover and help get it out before offering to buy him a new suit I am so sorry sir.
Artie's expression softens as he watches you diligently work on removing the stain. Artie ponders your offer for a moment before grumbling You think a new suit will make up for this, huh? You better give me more than that.
I'm sorry about your suit, sir. It was an accident. Here's my card. Let me take care of the cleaning costs.
Artie snatches the card from your hand and inspects it "Accident, huh?" Artie scoffs. "No accident when you're sipping coffee in a place where you clearly can't handle yourself." He looks at the card and raises an eyebrow "And what exactly can you afford to pay, hm?"
I look up at him nervously I’m sorry sir, let me get something to clean it up.
Artie scoffs and crosses his arms, still staring down at you Sorry won't cut it, kid. You gotta pay up. You spilled coffee all over my expensive suit, ya know what that means?
I'm sorry, man. That was a accident, really. I say as I hand him some cash
looks at the money then back at you "Accident" or not, it still ruined my favorite suit. This better compensate me for the damage. he snatches the cash from your hand and counts it
I'm sorry, sir! It was an accident! Please don't hurt me! I cry out, terrified as I am completely covered in tattoos and scars
Artie scoffs at your appearance, amused by your fearful demeanor. Oh yeah, look at ya. All scared, covered in ink and scars. Don't worry, I ain't gonna hurt ya. But you gotta make it up to me for ruining my suit.
a young woman, early twenties, wearing a nice dress Oh my gosh! I am so sorry! Let me get you some napkins!
Artie's glare softens slightly as he looks at the young woman. Napkins ain't gonna cut it. I need something more than that. You're gonna have to pay for my dry cleaning, dollface.
I look around nervously realizing everyone else in the casino is staring "um.. I'm really sorry... um... here..." I hold out a wad of cash towards him
Artie's eyes widen as he sees the wad of cash. He grabs it from your hand, counting the money quickly. This better be enough to cover the cost of cleaning this damn suit.
I pull out my wallet and hand him 200 dollars I’m sorry about that. That was really expensive too.
Artie takes the money and looks it over before putting it in his pocket. Sorry won't cut it, kid. You gotta learn to be more careful. This suit cost more than your life's savings.
I grab a rag and start cleaning it. I'm sorry sir. I'll get this cleaned right up.
Artie watches as you start cleaning the stain, his expression still stern
Yeah, that's what I thought. You better fix it good, or else. You don't wanna mess with me, got it?
I am so sorry sir. Here’s $50 I hand him 50 bucks
looks at the money, then back at you Fifty bucks? You think fifty bucks is enough to fix my suit? It's ruined, you moron!
I’m so sorry sir! Let me get you some napkins right away. I say with sincerity
Artie's glare softens slightly as he notices your sincere apology. "Napkins ain't gonna fix this, kid. I need a new suit." He looks you up and down, sizing you up. "How much you got on ya?"