High Society

It’s a rainy morning in Brighton England. The O’Shein twins, Ciaran and Cillian are on their way to one of their family establishments, Fluthered Ulchabhán (Drunk Owl), to meet with their wives, Quinn, and Riley. They walk with confidence and gravitas, their father always told them “Walk like you are the King, or like you don’t give a fuck who is the King.”

HIGH SOCIETY MEMBERS:

Ciaran O’Shein, also know as the comedian, has a Law Degree from Harvard, he graduated at the top of his class, he is a smart guy. He is a busy man, he never sits still for to long, claims that he gets bored quickly. Ciaran has a talent for working with money, that is one of the reasons the High Society is such a successful empire. As if he is not successful enough he also is the CEO of the most prosperous law firm in London as well as owns HS Performance, a car customization workshop alongside the rest of the Society.

Cillian O’Shein, is the brain box; he is the one that comes up with most of the plans. He is very Charismatic, not afraid to say what needs to be said and do what needs to be done, people tend to take him to serious and they do not seem to notice he is sarcastic and is mostly just making a joke. Cillian is the owner and CEO of HS Trading and Investments. He also oversees all Farming Operations for the Society.

Quinn O’Shein is married to Ciaran O’Shein. She is the muscle, the sharpshooter, the hit woman you could say. Quinn is the one that will end any fight if it be with a bullet or her fist. She owns the HS Stud and Training Academy, a facility that trains horses and international Champion Riders. Quinn likes to help at HS Performance from time to time as she is a vehicle enthusiast that enjoys the occasional street race.

Riley O’Shein is married to Cillian O’Shein. She is smart, creative and ambitious. Riley owns the HS Gallery where half of her own artwork is displayed alongside various other famous artists. She also has an Interior Design Business that designs the inside of most of England’s castles and estates, she is in High demand.

Blunts in their mouths, soft rain falling down on their brown caps the twins make their way down Kings Street. The English Channel is right next to them, it is quite a sight to behold, the smell of salty water fills the sky. Every person in Brighton knows exactly who the O’Shein Twins are, as well as their wives Quinn and Riley. Even though they are labelled as gangsters, their not bad gangsters, they try to help the community in as many ways as possible, giving food, clothes and even jobs to the homeless, and in return they have Brighton’s respect.

Ciaran and Cillian have been businessmen since they were little, anything they can get a hold of they tried to sell or improve, they know how to work with their money, and they know how to run and build a business. Making the High Society a very successful Empire.

As they enter the Fluthered Ulchabhán they are welcomed by the aroma of cigars and whiskey. The Drunk Owl (Fluthered Ulchabhán) is packed, standard for a Friday afternoon in Brighton, the twins walk straight up to the beautiful pub bar made of Bocote wood, straight out of the Caribbean.

“Bosses, what can I get you?” Liam asked.

Liam Donnely has been a friend to the twins since they ran around in diapers, after Liam lost his son to the war and his wife to tuberculosis, the twins gave him the Drunk Owl to manage and to give him a sense of purpose, also its good to have people you trust on the front lines. (Zaabrea #2: Fluthered Ulchabhan)

(Zaabrea – Hangout spot, place to smoke a Zaab, Joint, Doobie, Blunt)

“Liam my friend. Pour us a pint of Guinness from the tap. Is Quinn and Riley in?” Ciaran said tapping on the bar with his left index finger. The twins just came back from a meeting with a Judge in London. They got their Marijuana production permit and they’re here to celebrate it with their wives.

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“The Usual then. Your Lady’s have been waiting for you, they came in earlier with A LOT shopping bags.” He exclaimed the a lot part. “They’ve already had a few brandies and gins, so all I can say is good luck.” Liam said laughing and left to get the twins their pints.

The O’Shein s have their own booth in the back corner of the Pub. It’s isolated from the rest of the pub, but not that isolated that they can’t see an ambush coming.

The twins see their Queens sitting at their booth, Quinn and Riley are laughing and smoking a joint, glasses of Gin in their hands. Glasses of empty gins and brandies scattered across the table accompanied by some ash trays.

“Well hello Boys.” Riley said as she got up from the booth to greet her husband Cillian with a kiss. “You took ages, so we got started without you. Quinn and I thought it be best if we could celebrate here, where it all started.” Riley said, there is a hint of excitement in her voice. “I also sold one of my paintings today.” she added after Cillian got comfortable.

“That is wonderful news Riley, I am so proud of you. Is it the painting Lady Ann Marie has been looking at for months now.” Cillian asked, he gave Riley a hug, radiating with pride as Riley nodded her head in response.

“Your getting famous Riley, I always knew you’ll be a sensation.” Ciaran said while raising a stray brandy glass that sat on the table.

“I have a tin packed with celebratory Zaabi’s.” Quinn said waving her rose gold tin in the air. “It only seems fitting.” Ciaran said and gave Quinn a kiss on the cheek.

(Zaabi’s – Slang for Joint, Doobie, Rollup)

Liam appeared with their beer. The four of them sat there drinking and smoking all night long, having a laugh, talking about business and their future. All seems bright for these four Gangsters. Hard work has gotten them this far, but the hard work is not done.

Ciaran then got up and proposed a toast. “As of tomorrow, our company High Society™ will have the biggest Marijuana Farm Production in the Northern Hemisphere. We’ve been working for this moment for so long, and we finally made it. Slainte (Cheers)!” he raised his 7th glass of Guinness. “To the O’Shein’s. To the High Society™!”

All four of them raised their glasses and proceeded to down the contents. “Liam, please bring some farewell Oyster Shots for the table.” Riley told Liam as he walked past the booth. He looks at us with amusement playing in his eyes, “It’s a miracle you four are still standing!” he whispered as he left to get the shots.

(Oyster Shots are made with Tequila, Tabasco Sauce with some grounded black pepper and salt on the rim of the glass.)

“I almost though you where going to pull an all nighter. I will also ring up Benjamin.” Liam answered shaking his head as he served us the four oysters.

Benjamin is the O’Shein’s personal Chauffeur. He might not look like much, but he is a very skilled driver. Ciaran and Cillian has never been late for anything, ever.

As the night becomes darker and colder you can see Riley starting to get cold. It’s one of her weaknesses, she does not have a thick skin. That’s when they know it’s time to go home.

“Faigh do chóta agus cuir ort é. (get your coat and put it on.) We’re going home my love.” Cillian told Riley as he takes his coat off to throw it over Riley’s shoulders. The four O’Shein’s make their way out the pub still laughing and see their driver Benjamin is waiting for them in front of the pub, with the High Society™ Rolls Royce Ghost. “Now this is good service, even if I trip the car is close enough for me to fall in.” Ciaran said.

Ciaran, Cillian, Quinn, and Riley get into their luxurious Rolls. “Off to the estate my good man.” Cillian told Benjamin, Riley and Quinn laugh at Cillian’s fake posh accent.

The Rolls is basically their version of a limo, it has a bar mini-fridge and a state of the art sound system built into the roof and body of the Rolls, along with some seats that are more comfortable than any sofa you’ll ever sit on or have sat on, also a sunroof stretching across the entire roof of the Rolls, making night drives and even lightning storms, breath-taking.

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During one of the smoke sessions on the way to their estate the car’s phone starts to ring, and everyone fell silent, just Nirvana was singing over the speakers (load up on guns, bring your friends) as if they knew. Nobody has that number except their family, and they will not be calling at this hour of the night. Cillian picked up the phone and spoke.

“Cé hé seo!” (Who is this) his voice is intimidating. He puts the phone on speaker phone and puts his finger on his lips to tell the rest of them to stay silent and listen for stuff in the background.

“Piacere di conoscerti (Nice to meet you), Mr O’Shein.” The unknown caller with a heavy Italian accent greeted Cillian. “You’re probably wondering who I am and how I got this number. Well, I have your cocky little nephew tied up to a chair here and let’s just says the pizza has a special little herb on it that will make that go away.”

There is a silence in the car. Nobody really understanding how they got to Kenneth.

“WHAT! you let him go right know or I’ll kill you.” Cillian told the unknown man.

He and his nephew have been close since his birth.

Kenneth Bennenton son of Edith Bennenton (formerly know as Edith O’Shein) older sister of Cillian and Ciaran. They live in Bristol. The twins really value their family so who ever this is did their homework on them, Edith and Kenneth moved to Bristol after Edith lost her first husband and father of Kenneth, his name : Shawnn.

“Consider it done Amico. But first, I hear your moving in on the farms outside of London. That’s Barbero Territory. You can’t just come in and take all my farms. Son.”

After he mentioned Barbero the O’Shein’s knew exactly who he was, see they know everyone who could be a threat to them.

Cillian’s face changed after Mr. Barbero called him, son and let’s just say he was not amused.

“Oh Mr Barbero, you misunderstood. We’re not closing in, we already bought 2 of the vacant lands and development starts tomorrow. Now you must let Kenneth go or you won’t have any land left before sun-up. Son.”

While Cillian is talking to Mr Barbero, Riley has her hand on his leg to keep him calm. The way he said Son may have been a give away to his feelings about Mr. Barbero.

Meanwhile Ciaran got Edith on the phone. She didn’t even know Kenneth was taken he was supposed to be at a friend’s house. He tried to calm Edith down but it’s not an easy task, he tells her to put her new husband Adam on the phone. “You have to find this Cunús Ciaran!” Adam is calmer but you can hear the hurt and the hate in his voice. “I know you’ll do whatever is necessary to get her boy back save, I will handle Edith.”

Quinn is already getting a team ready to go to Kenneth’s friend’s house, clearly something is wrong, and they need eyes on the place. After a brief silence the team leader told her everyone is tied up at the dinner table in their pyjamas, there are five men in the room just standing there while one is on the phone, presumably Mr Barbero. She gives Cillian the signal that the teams are ready to move when needed.

“Who does this Barbero think he is. Does he not know who we are?” Quinn whispers to Ciaran.

“Tonight, he will find out who we are my love.” he answered and gave Quinn a kiss on the cheek.

“Mr Barbero, you have 10 seconds to come out of that house while you’re still able to walk.” Cillian threatens him.

“Oh no need for violence Sir. I just wanted to get a message to you. I hope you received it.”

*click*

“Slán Sir.” (goodbye) Cillian said and slammed the phone down. “CUNÚS!” (Son of a Bitch)

Quinn tells the team to make sure the Italians leave the house without harming anyone.

After conformation that Italians left from Quinn’s team, the tenseness in the car got lifted by the smell of a Zaabi. Ciaran holds it to his left who is Cillian. “Puff Puff Pass, Brother.” Cillian takes his turn and then calls Kenneth.

“Kenneth! Kenneth, are you okay. How did this happen?” Cillian calms down when he hears his nephew’s voice.

“I’m okay Uncle Cillian. I got a nice right hand in on one of them. I’m sorry I leaked your private number. I didn’t even know, there was probably something on the pizza” Kenneth says over the phone, he seemed to be okay, he sounded tired as it was late at night. “We had pizza delivered and when the doorbell rang these men came storming in threatening us. That’s when I punched one of them.” He explained.

“It’s okay. I’m just glad you’re all right. Tell your friend’s parents that we will fix all damages.” Cillian said.

“No need uncle, they wanted to remodel the house, but thank you. Have a nice day.” Kenneth greeted his uncle.

Cillian looks at us and sighs. The Bennenton’s left to get away from al this, now it followed them to Bristol. Kenneth is only 16, he is still a boy, he does not have to get exposed to this type of life.

“This Mr Barbero crossed a line and I want him to know we got his message. I hope he can handle our answer.” Ciaran said and looked at Cillian. “Brother, he beat up a 16-year-old and fed him some kind of truth herb, and that 16-year-old happened to be our blood.” Ciaran looks at Quinn. “My love, time for a spy mission. I want to know everything about this Mr Barbero.”

Cillian then interrupted “What he eats and what he doesn’t eat? What type of underwear he wears? Hell, even what type of flowers his mother likes. Riley, I need you to talk to your Italian contacts to hear if they know something about this Barbero family. We need all ears and hands on this.” he passes the joint (Zaabi) to Riley.

“Tomorrow’s project will happen, nothing is going to stand in our way, this has been a plan in motion for years and no Italian is going to threaten us or our family.” Ciaran said. They look at each other and gave a nod as if to say,

THIS IS WAR!