(Gabriel): What?
Michael holds his hands up in mock innocence, before wiping the corners of his mouth with a napkin.
(Michael): Nothing, nothing at all. Just your voracious appetite amuses me. You act like you haven’t eaten in months every time you sit down to a decent meal.
Gabriel still looks quizzical, not seeing anything wrong.
(Gabriel): Well? I'm hungry! I have a fast metabolism, hence the constant eating.
Michael takes another forkful of linguini as she shakes his head in amusement which also manages to bring a smile from Gabriel aswell.
(Michael): I hope that at Havoc, your voracious appetite isn't going to be restricted to the buffet table.
Gabriel's smile broadens, reading exactly into what his brother is insinuating.
(Gabriel): The Sons of Anarchy will not know what hit them; that's for sure.
Michael tilts his head slightly, a contemplative expression crossing his face.
(Michael): I'll leave you to the overconfidence, Gabriel. I'm trying to keep my feet on the ground, at least for now.
Gabriel furrows his brow as he wolfs down another spoonful of Bolognese.
(Gabriel): There's no harm in being confident in your ability little brother. You need to have a little more faith in us I think.
Michael shakes his head, taking a sip from his glass of water, murmuring his disagreement through a mouthful of the liquid.
(Michael): I have plenty of faith in us, Gabriel, I do however, tend to take a more realistic stance on things than you do.
(Gabriel): So you think we've only got a half a chance against the Sons of Anarchy at Havoc?
(Michael): No, I didn't say that. We just need to keep a level head that's all. I have no doubt we're going to be a dominant force in this company but in order to do that, we have to build a legacy and a reputation, and to do that we have to beat who is front of us one team at a time.
Gabriel concedes the point and accepts Michael's explanation with slight incline of his head.
(Gabriel): Fair enough. So what's the game plan for Havoc then?
(Michael): I don't think now is the ideal setting to reveal such things, do you?
Gabriel eyes his brother with a quizzical look.
(Gabriel): Reason being?
Michael flashes his eyes to his left, urging his brother to follow his line of sight and Gabriel catches a flash of the HWA camera crew. The realisation hits Gabriel almost immediately.
(Gabriel): Talk about Big Brother. Are they going to be following us all the time?
Michael sighs after finishing his linguini and pushing his plate away, dumping his used napkin in it.
(Michael): Apparently so, it's in the contract. At least three recorded promotional pieces a week on top of that added with several press conference appearances and autograph sessions.
Gabriel seems a little taken aback and it is not unnoticed.
(Michael): This isn't the independent circuit anymore brother, we're in with the big boys now. It's a completely new ball game and we're going to have to adapt fairly quickly if we're to make the impact we've set ourselves to make. And remember, there's not just the match-up against the Sons of Anarchy we have to keep our eyes on.
As Michael speaks, a waiter comes across and takes their empty plates in his arms.
(Waiter): Was everything to your satisfaction, gentlemen?
(Michael): Fantastico, grazie.
(Waiter): Non un problema. Can I get either of you another drink?
(Michael): No, grazie.
The waiter nods in acknowledgement before leaving the table area.
(Gabriel): So, you were saying something about us having to keep our eyes on something other than the Sons of Anarchy?
(Michael): Yes. TNT are scheduled to face off against the Hardcore Icons in the first of a Best of Three Series, and we've been ordered to appear at ringside along with the Sons and also DNA aswell.
A wry smile creeps across Gabriel's features.
(Gabriel): All our rotten eggs in one basket then.
(Michael): It would appear so. This is a fantastic opportunity for us to see the new champions in action, and from what I've gathered; the Hardcore Icons don't appear to be singing from the same hymn sheet.
(Gabriel): Even better. We'll definitely to keep our wits about us though. Anybody tries to get the drop on us is going to be very sorry.
(Michael): My sentiments exactly.
Michael looks at his watch.
(Michael): What do you say we pay the bill and then hit the gym? Our flight to Boston doesn’t leave till later tonight.
(Gabriel): Sounds good to me.
As Michael signals for a waiter to come over, the two brothers continue to chat as the scene fades out.
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