2019-12-23 - Quite a line-up.

Graham is here. Because he values his life - but also 'cause he likes his job. He's at the back door of this convenient break room, smoking busily and blowing that smoke out into the alley behind the club. When Felix arrives, he flicks the cigarette out into the snow and closes the door, and leans back against some convenient table or counter or something. There's a lotta felons (convicted and otherwise) in this room, so he's gonna pretend he's cool and not shoot his mouth off.

For as long as he possibly can.

Rhys is also here. Rhys would probably be at the club anyway, granted, but aside from that he's got the same general reasons as Graham. He slips in three minutes early, scanning who's present and giving a quick smile and upnod of greeting as he claims himself a chair and gets comfortable. It's angled to get a casually convenient view of everyone else, 'cause hey: meeting. You don't pay attention only to the guy in charge. Just mostly. He inclines his head to Felix in greeting and acknowledgement of the statement, but for the moment, mouth stays closed.

Joey didn't ride the bike because he doesn't like dying on the way to possibly needing to be killing someone. That's a great way to get all the other ghosts to laugh at you for all eternity. Never posthumously live that one down. Here he is worrying about ghosts when he should be worried about the damn meeting. He pulls something out of the side seat and make sure his gun is secured under the driver's seat. Cool. He likes knowing where shit is.

Walking in he hands the small flat shirtbox that looks like it was wrapped by a 6 year old who knows her way around some paper and tape and a single bow on it. He hands it to Andre and preps for the inevitable mandatory pat down. He gives the over exuberant doorman a grumbled, "Merry Christmas, man." And now? Now was time for work mode. It's like the old west in here: Half the guys don't smile, the other half like to talk bigger than the checks they can cash, and every one of em's a fucking outlaw. Some he knows, and some are only passingly familiar but he knows what they do, and they know what he does which is why in the grand scheme of things no one's eager to address that shit to him. Except Andre if he wants. Who doesn't love Andre??! But he's a soldier and in his vocation in this, stands to the side awaiting orders . Rhys gets a handshake, Graham an upnod. Soon he anticipates Antonio's fancy ass coming through that door too. Big fucking family reunion just in time for the holidays... or a raid. Either can be a hell of a time.

Tor is towards the back, holding up a wall with a lazy lean and smelling of cold air and cigarettes. He's a little bit surprised to be here. In general his uncle or another lieutenant in the Pizza Kitchen arm of the industry would just pass on marching orders to the young fence.

But hey, he's definitely not going to complain.

He skims a look around the room, half lidded eyes lazy behind a messy fringe of hair.

Rhys is happy enough to give the big guy a bright, "Hi, Andre! Good seein' ya," in return on the way in, not that anyone here didn't wholly expect to be seeing him there. Or that Rhys doesn't see him all the time, for that matter. He can be friendly anyway. Briefly. The giving of the gift gets an interested look, maybe a note to ask one of them later. ...but that's later.

Felix's first remarks about the money situation get a tiny nod, and the mention of him a half-smile and an acknowledging little lift of one hand, just from the wrist. Yup. Rhys will be doing that.

Joey hangs back turning in on the high directive of this one which is at its core: Get Felix's money back. Right. He doesn't respond but with focused attention. Crisobal is shift a look and an upnod. Cavalry is on standby. Bottle green eyes shift back to Felix, answering, "Crystal. What's the turnaround time?" Look he might be a 'collector', but those people he collects from clearly failed to meet some expectations. Those are always good to have absolutely clear. He looks to Ryhs and his hand flick and gives him a nod. Drop those people's cash--correction: drop Felix's cash from those people off with Rhys.

An upnod answers Joey, followed by Graham sketching a quick what's-up sorta smile at Tor. A fellow nicotine-addict is always a bro in Graham's mind. "Some serious shit," he says quietly, keeping it out of the side of his mouth - and making sure he only tacks that on when Felix isn't actively speaking. Because, again, he likes being alive. Even more than he likes Greg (sry), at whom he blinks several times, leaning forward to get an eyeline to the guy when Frankie's name comes into play, brows a-lifted.

After making his way into the room and giving small, quiet, non-disruptive nods to his fellow lurkers in crime, Greg finds a post along the wall and does his level best to be as small and unnoticeable as possible. The last name Felix says draws a wince, though, and Greg blinks a few times rapid-fire to cover the marshaling of his thoughts.

He clears his throat quietly, inclining his head toward Felix. "I got that one, Boss," he says quietly to Felix, but his look around the room takes in the others present as well. He does try not to look at Graham too hard, though. "I'll keep it quiet and collect what's needed."

Because everyone knows Greg is the very soul of discretion.

Even the damn janitor is here, or was here, all along. But Ellis has been a steady fixture for years. Ellis is wearing his day job coveralls, his sleeves rolled up, arms crossed. He left his cleaning cart and mop behind. He says nothing, volunteers nothing and keeps doing his what his job always seems to be, staying invisible, by annoyance or stealth.

Joey slides a look to Greg. He doesn't say it but he hopes to God Greg doesn't screw the pooch on that one getting tweaky so he has to pull a job knocking on his door like a weaponized AK-Forty-Santa dropping through Greg's trailer chimney to leave things he don't want left under the damn tree. Not that Joey would be that callous about it. A job is a job, but some he isn't exactly thrilled about having to do on a holiday. Seems there'll be plenty of that going around. Taking a deep breath he murmurs in a tone that makes it sound like he's been smoking gravel, "Yeaaaah I'll talk to Lilith. She'll be good for it."

Rhys isn't looked at for the collection duties, and doesn't look as though he's inclined to volunteer, either. He does follow the glances, though, studying Greg for a moment when the guy gets that extra glance, and gives that answer. Notes made, then. Well, mentally. This isn't really a minutes kind of meeting, after all. And Joey gets a little nod back.

Tor doesn't want to be the one who stays totally silent when the boss looked at him. So he sniffs once, lifts his shoulder. "Lemme know if either of you need backup." Not that he looks like a bruiser, but sometimes the reputation for coming from a criminal family comes in handy. He might not be a big guy, but it's known that he knows (and is related to) the types that aren't afraid to rough someone up for non-compliance.

There is honest-to-God sympathy from Graham to Greg, conveyed in the uneasy shift and the look cast down to the ends of snow-damp sneakers, but it only lasts for a second. Quietly, while others are responding to their assignments, he passes down the request, "Catch me on the way out." Then STFU because he also has assignments, and it's just, "You got it, boss. And I'll hit you up?" The question to Tor, since that guy seems keen to assist. "Two guys're always better than one guy, yanno?"

Cristobal has been silent throughout the meeting, giving non-verbal signs of agreement to the specific item he's tasked with, but up until now he's kept his trap shut for the most obvious reason: when he runs his mouth, it tends to lack a filter. Now is not the time for crude dick jokes. Running down debts is most assuredly something he can do, looks forward to it even. He's been far too well behaved. Time to crack heads and dangle some bodies off balconies. It's the best Christmas present ever.

Joey slides Tor a hard, steely green look. There's never any quippy commentary from joey unlike the verbose and cocky doorman. If Felix tells him to do something it's implemented without question and done without frills. Of course there's also people i the room who have had to clean up the aftermath of Joe Kelly having a discussion with someone before. Adding few words he tells Tor, "After this." and in those two words all the context of having a discussion on the matter. Looking back to Cristobal the Copsitter he informs, "I got you on ring through." Looking back to the boss man his expression stays fixed and when Felix says 'bring Andre'. That's a special kinda talk. There's a weird comfort in the familiar. "Done." He doesn't have to say it but he looks to Ellis and watches him in the crowd of people. Mental note: add Ellis to speed dial.