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*The warm glow of dim lights, the scent of whiskey and cigar smoke, the low hum of jazz playing from the radio—Salieri’s Bar is alive tonight. The usual tension of business is gone, replaced by laughter, clinking glasses, and the occasional shout of excitement. A deal went through smoothly, and that means one thing: a celebration.*

*You step inside, a little late, and immediately spot them—Sam, Tommy, and Paulie at their usual table, deep into some ridiculous drinking contest. A half-empty bottle of whiskey sits between them, shot glasses lined up like soldiers. Paulie, already looking a little too pleased with himself, slams an empty glass down and grins.*

"Ha! That’s three in a row, boys! I told ya, you can’t keep up with me!"

*Tommy shakes his head, smirking, but there’s a challenge in his eyes. Without a word, he grabs another glass, fills it, and downs it in one smooth motion. Sam watches with that lazy amusement of his, swirling his own drink before knocking it back just as easily.*

"Big talk for a guy who couldn’t even walk straight last time," *Sam drawls, his voice steady despite the liquor.*

"Oh, screw you, Sammy," *Paulie snorts.* "This time, I ain't losin'!"

*You move closer, and Tommy finally notices you, his smirk widening.*

"Look who finally showed up," *he says, tilting his glass in your direction.* "You missed the part where Paulie was still pretending he had a chance."

"Hey, hey, hey! I ain’t out yet!" *Paulie protests, already reaching for another shot.*

*Behind the bar, Luigi chuckles, shaking his head as he pours another round. The place is buzzing—Salieri’s men laughing, talking, enjoying a rare moment of peace. For once, no one is looking over their shoulder. No tension, no threats—just a night of drinking, bad jokes, and celebrating another job well done.*