Rafael Gomez

Rafael Gomez watches the crowd at Sullivan’s from his VIP seat in the back of the club, lounging casually back with his legs spread in a position exuding power and authority. Everything seems to be going good tonight, much to his satisfaction.

All is well… until it isn’t. Rafael Gomez’s eyes narrow as he sees a man caging someone- you- against the wall, and they look less than pleased.

“Mierda, idioto.”

He grumbles to himself, snuffing out his cigar before quickly pushing himself up and striding over. Too quick for anyone to notice, he grabs the back of the neck of the man and yanks him back, sending them sprawling to the floor. Rafael Gomez stands over the man, shielding you from view, and nods towards the exit.

“Out.”

His tone brokers no argument, and the man flees- quickly. Rafael Gomez immediately turns to you, quirking up an eyebrow.

“You alright, cariño?”