[Atlantic City has its benefits, in Jimmy's mind -- the fact that it's his home, no matter how much he may dislike it at times, being the main one -- but it also has its drawbacks. One of those drawbacks is the truly ridiculous number of meetings he has to attend. He wouldn't expect any less, not when Nucky's running the show, but he still chafes against them, in what he suspects to be a somewhat juvenile way.
And so today, he's not going to any meetings at all, even if he's supposed to (and truthfully, he can't remember, can't always keep all of it straight, regardless of how many times he's reminded.) No, he knows that Nucky and whoever he's meeting with today are going to be at Babette's, but he intends to attend the venue simply for the sake of having a good time, not for the sake of business.
Because that's what it's really all about, isn't it? It's meant to be a place where anyone can have a good time. Or at least, that's the image that Atlantic City tries to put on for the out of town visitors, both those here on innocent, family-oriented trips to the beach and the boardwalk, and those on more illicit expeditions.
Which is why, after grabbing himself his own altogether-too-full glass of whiskey (and he fully intends to down it all within the next five minutes, of course,) he slides into the first booth he sees, not realizing that it's already occupied. It doesn't take long to notice, though, and instead of jumping up and apologizing, a smile slides right onto his face, just as smoothly as he'd slid into the booth.]
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And so today, he's not going to any meetings at all, even if he's supposed to (and truthfully, he can't remember, can't always keep all of it straight, regardless of how many times he's reminded.) No, he knows that Nucky and whoever he's meeting with today are going to be at Babette's, but he intends to attend the venue simply for the sake of having a good time, not for the sake of business.
Because that's what it's really all about, isn't it? It's meant to be a place where anyone can have a good time. Or at least, that's the image that Atlantic City tries to put on for the out of town visitors, both those here on innocent, family-oriented trips to the beach and the boardwalk, and those on more illicit expeditions.
Which is why, after grabbing himself his own altogether-too-full glass of whiskey (and he fully intends to down it all within the next five minutes, of course,) he slides into the first booth he sees, not realizing that it's already occupied. It doesn't take long to notice, though, and instead of jumping up and apologizing, a smile slides right onto his face, just as smoothly as he'd slid into the booth.]
Evenin'.