A Card Game Between Friends
"Do you mind dealing the cards already, or will it take another 100 years to keep this game going?" A sound of disapproval met the statement, followed by the riffling of cards. Cards shooting out from a corner of darkness would have been slightly humorous, had it not been for the company in the room. At one corner sat Damiano Alighieri, the leader of a vampire faction out of Chicago. He looked every inch a stereotypical crime boss: black slicked back hair, ivory three piece suit, ornate rings adorning his fingers and a fur trimmed coat draped about his shoulders. His facial features looked almost to be hued from marble. The very picture of of classical Roman sculpture. Damiano adjusted his blood colored tie and smirked across the table at the person across him. "Aren't you warm in that mess, Yuri? Well, warm being a general term..." Yuri Kuznetsov scoffed at the jibe, but it was muffled due to the thick scarf he had around his head. His ushanka sat atop his hea...