It was the best restaurant in the Mid City - Mafia owned, and Mafia inhabited. Tonight of all nights, the place was done up to look it's absolute best; the finest wares adorned the tables, and there was a veritable feast brewing in the kitchens. And why? Simple - this evening, the Don and the underbosses met together. Tonight, the world of the Mafia was about pleasure and solidarity, not business.
And tonight, part of the world was going to burn itself down in a myriad of colors.
The sentinels would not strike here - none of the men gathered were directly criminals, and besides - the security was tight. Very tight. As well as that, this feast served a more honorable intent - the collective funds of the guests, who paid their entrance fees, would go to those in the slums; it was an act of goodwill, a way to clean away some of the blood and bad history.
The restaurant was still open to regular patrons, but many would avoid it, following some instinct, or the information found in some rumor, that advised they do so.