1950s Dinner Party

Authors Note: This will be the first of many in the Wednesday Prompt Smash, an idea that I had with my friend and co-worker Sasha over at The Short Story Press. On Friday at work we give each other a topic or prompt, which we have to get written up by Wednesday. Now I am not posting this until Thursday night, (which is something you should get used to) I did however finish it before midnight Wednesday in American Samoa

Prompt: 1950s Dinner Party
Word Limit: 500

Anthony looked at the clock for the fourth time in twenty minutes, 6:20 August 3rd, the guys would be arriving soon.

“They will be here any minute! Why aren't you doing anything? Where is that cousin of yours?” Isabella said frantically.

“Calm down Sugar.” Anthony loved his wife dearly but it was a times like this she really got on his nerves, didn't she realise how important tonight was going to be. Just a few more days in this hot hell and they could move back east.

“Calm, how can I be calm? They will be here any minute!” Anthony had stopped paying attention though, he was too busy caught up in his thoughts.

DING DONG! The doorbell rang and Isabella gasped “They're here”

Isabella scampers to the door quickly, taking a moment before opening the door to take a deep breath and straighten out her red and white gingham apron. Anthony sidles up beside her as it opens.

“Richard! Bianca! We are so glad you could come. We are so sorry for the short notice party.” Isabella said. Anthony reaches out and gives Richard a firm handshake.

The group reach the living room as the doorbell rings again, “I'll get it!” shouts Isabella and runs off to the door. Anthony is busy making small talk when he hears Isabella “Harold, Belinda, how are you? And Paul right behind you, where is Aida?”

Anthony doesn't hear Paul's response. It doesn't matter to him anyway, all that matters is what is to come. As everyone filters into the room Isabella takes orders for drinks and scurries into the kitchen to make them.

Knowing full well that none of the others smoke cigars, he offers them one each and ushers them out onto the balcony to smoke them.

“What's this all about Tony? Calling us to your apartment? We haven't heard from you in months.” Paul says, the other two look guilty as if they wanted to ask but only Paul would.

“Paulie, I got us a gig, real easy, made in the shade.”

“Last job you had for us, we ended up hauling ass from the heat, without a single cent to show for it.” Richard finally got in on the action.

“Now look here, I been casing the joint all week, it's as easy as pie. Paulie, you're driver. Richie and Big H, you'll have the tommies. Me and Jimmy the Snake will be cracking the safe. We will be in and out in 20 minute flat, heat wont even have time to get there.”

The boys nod slowly to each other, they never could say no to Tony. “Let's get back to the party.”

He turns around and smiles as the door slides open and Isabella brings out a tray of drinks. “Thanks Doll, we are just finishing up our cigars and will be right in.”

BREAKING NEWS:
August 10.
Robbery Foiled

Late yesterday afternoon a bank robbery was foiled by Las Vegas's finest. Leaving several dead on the scene including Los Angeles Richie and Jimmy the Snake. Two men were seen reprimanded into custody, police say Little Paulie and Big H have been arrested. There is still one man on the loose, identity unknown.

Word count: 536