His look of confusion turned to a brief smile at the guess. "You got it. They just threw it out last year."

There's a bit of dismay in his voice, though the smile remains. The Camorra lost a great money-making opportunity there, but they have other rackets. In all honesty, Firo was happy to be able to drink openly without worrying about getting hauled into court just because the cops could.

He doesn't comment, but he noted the look on the man's face at the Avox. It's something of a reassurance; Firo feels people who adapt too easily to Capitol life probably aren't people he can get along with.

"When're you from, then? I'm guessin' sometime after that?"