"Come on, let's toast to the growth of our clan!" One of them shouted, raising his cup, and was ready to declare the toast.
"Of course," Another person agreed and was up on his feet immediately as if supporting his brother's decision.
Soon, a series of "Yes, we should," Filled the restaurant as a group of able-bodied men rose to their feet in agreement.
"To the progress of our clan!" The first man declared with vigor and the rest of them echoed his statement with their glasses raised before gulping down the whole thing.
These people were no other than lower-class members of the Luciano gang who were not invited to the party going on at Marcel's place but decided to have a good time somewhere else.
They had rented out the whole restaurant so one came to interrupt their fun. Almost immediately, as if on cue, the door to the restaurant was opened and women in skimpy and tight dresses sashayed in.
