* With the Bevy of booze that Anna has taken in thus far in one night..it is fair to say ..you are trashed*

*You also notice tommy is being alot nicer all around to people..maybe its because he's a little fish in a bigger pond now...and he is no longer in New Milan...but as to when it comes to you...Tommy has always been the caring and sentimental type when ever it comes to his younger sis...so for him to be acting like this to you is some what expected...but as for towards Lissa and Tim...and this Enrico guy....its something...very very unusual*


Tommy= Alright...open bar!!!!!!

* takes out 2 glasses and fills it with ice and scotch*

Tommy= Alright....lets light this candle...and get lit!!!!

*I see. So people already "understand me". Fun fun fun...*

As the limo heads down the New Strip, you hear the rumbling of a dozen Harleys approach from behind. The motorcycles split and pass on either side of the limo. The leader, a large muscular man with a handlebar mustache and blonde hair, slows down for a second to take a peek into the limo. The back of the leather vests and denim jackets proclaim these bikers at "OMC" or "Outcast Motorcycle Club". The leader makes a sour face of disapproval, shakes his head sadly and then rumbles on. The other bikers follow in a roar of machine metal and they take off down the strip.

*Look at his watch.*
Ok time to head to The Chamber.
*walks off the dance floor and back to the bar, only to find that The sad girl, and the Nervous guy had left.*
Huh. Well will ya look at that. Just like old time, people leaving me behind.

*heads outside.*
Nope, nothing here. Looks like I'm makin a phone call.
*grabs his phone and texts carmine.*

<Dude they ditched me. Need a ride to The Chamber. Harold said you were head of Security here. Tell that Tara girl to take me > *send*

* After a few moments Enrico gets a txt message back from Carmine*

Carmine= Harold ditched you?? Thats weird....ok buddy ill send someone to pick you up and drive you to the club.

* after a little bit a red Nissan altima pulls up with Tara at the wheel*

* opens the door on the passenger side for Enrico*

Tara= So forgot your Divinchi wings there Hudson Hawk * winks at Enrico*

Tara= Well come on silly i gotta get you to this club thing

* The 2 of them drive down the new strip and Tara puts on some techno music*

Tara= You know usually we just send the hotel shuttle to drop and pick up people...but ...i guess in your case you deserve the white glove treatment ....So im just going to take a guess ans say that you and Carmine know each other pretty well...he was very insistent of me driving you personally ..

* Tara smiles and continues to look towards the road driving*

Lissa had been half asleep with her head resting between her knees but after hearing the bikers go by she was wide awake, "What the freaking heck was that?! It sounded like a hundred freaking cyclers flying over our freaking heads?!"

She shakes it off and blinks a couple times, "Dude, you guys...seriously...you're going to be too drunk to even like do your jobs. Nngh...Tommy, when we get there can I get some more of that...I'm not feeling too well right now and I need another wake up call."

Yeah baby, Me and Carmine go Way back.

Thanks for the ride by the way. Ya know, when we get there you should come inside with me. I might need someone to dance with. *winks at her*
One little phone call and i can get you off for the rest of the day, Paid!

What you say?

A very hot babe in high heels and a short red dress carrying a large bottle of premium vodka with a ribbon around the neck walks up to the admission desk of the resort and whispers "I have a gift for Mr. Klaznikov" to the concierge.

*After we're almost 3/4 of the way there looks around.*
Where's Enrico? Those stupid waiters! Never do what you tell them to...
*Downs the rest of the drink.*
He wasn't so bad! He understands me! Just like Tim and Vlad! Vlad was a nice guy. What happened to him? Did the crazy Jamaicans get him? Crazy Jamaicans! *Laughs* Anyway...
*Lays down on one of the seats and begins to sing "What Do You Do With A Drunken Sailor" (It's an old Irish song) very poorly.*

"Enrico? That guy Tommy keeps talking about? Were we supposed to pick him up or something?"

Lissa grabs a drink and downs it then begins to sing along with Anna.

*After Carmine dropped off Enrico at the Hotel at around 4am(i think you said it was)*
*I walk into the hotel. Wink at whomever is behind the counter, not even caring what sex the person is, or if anyone is even there. Head over to the elevators, and take them up to my floor. and enter my room. I immediatly take off all clothes but boxers. Then i reach into my sock, unfolds what seems to be a pocket, and pulls out a joint. wrapped in a tiny ziplock bag.*
*I take it out, light it up, and while i smoke. I carefully search the rooms, crevases, corners, objects, cabinets, etc. For any spying device, like a camera, mic, etc.*
(Will edit post later if any found.)

*THe next morning. After searching the room all night, and never sleeping. I finished my joint. Made myself a pot of coffee. and before i leave. i finish that pot of coffee. So now i'm wide awake.*

*I leave, calling Sasha.*

He quietly excused himself from the game of cards he was playing as his cell phone rang the Russian National Anthem. Walking far enough away to not be overheard (but close enough to watch his money), he flipped open the cover.

Da.

Yo!
SO, Yesterday is Done. Now what? We Meeting Up?
(i'd say lets talk more, but taylor kidna threw us in the other thread<On The Rise> i guess we'll just jump into that one....)