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Frank Russo

He died at the hands of Maria Occheto.

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a character in “The Black City”, as played by conspicuousconartist

Description

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Standing at 5'11" with a slender, but tone build, Frank is really not much of an opposing figure. His sandy blonde hair is often combed to the side and his face is usually unshaven. Franks crystal blue eyes and charming smile is enough to make anyone think that his means them no harm. He has a large tattoo of a elegant cross that runs along his spine. he is usually found smiling when he is around others, but if he thinks no one is looking at him then he has a serious, somber look on his face, like his is deep in thought. There are a few scars on his left arm and leg from bullet tearing his flesh.

Personality

Frank fakes his kindness and compassion so often, it has almost become who he is. However, the constant reminder that he hates just about everyone he works with allows him to keep in mind who he really is. He feel more comfortable with thiefs and murderers than he does with other law enforcement. He's even broken a few laws himself he it best suited his needs. Frank often only looks out for himself, helping other when it would benefit him. He didn't always used to be like this, but he was never the same every since the shootout that left his friend dead and him with a bullshit medal od valor. Yet he is still a man with principles and he does have some redeemable qualities; he is incredibly loyal to what little friends he hold close, willing to risk life itself for them.

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Equipment

Frank always has with him;

A Glock 19 on his waist holster

Two extra magazine clips

A pocket muli-tool

His cell phone on vibrate

And his detectives badge.

History

Frank blames Mr. Occheto for the death of his best friend and partner, Sam Hayer. Back when Frank was still a street cop, he and his partner stopped a van for a simple traffic violation. The van belonged to one of Mr. Occheto's less than reputable business partners and was trafficking drugs and guns through the city. Suddenly the men in the van began to shoot at the two unsuspecting police officers. There was a brief firefight in the middle of a busy Chicago street leaving Sam dead and Frank severely wounded. The young police officer was too injured to even go to his partners funeral. After he recovered he quickly move up through the rank to become a detective and swore he would take Mr. Occheto's organization down, one way or another.

So begins...

Frank Russo's Story

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Frank Russo sat quietly on the bus as he looked around at all the people around him. He car was being repaired after "accidentally" running over a local pimp. Most of the people in the bus were depressing just to look at, there was an extremely elderly lady dressed in rags who was sitting across from him snaking on something that smelled an a lot like dog food. Frank glanced to the back of the bus at a small man digging into his nose. The Detective seriously considered getting off at the next stop and walking the last couple of miles.

Just then Frank realized a little girl sitting in front him turned around was staring at him. Her blond straight hiar was pull back into a high ponytail. He waited a few moments for the girl to look away, but she didn't. The two kept staring at each other for several blocks until Frank finally opened his blazer up enough to show his gun. The little girls eyes widened and quickly turned around, leaving the young detective alone. Frank cracked a smile as the bus slowed to a stopped. He stood up and walked out on to the bus stop. The sun was bright and warm, but the wind was cold enough to convince him to put on his coat. The detective looked around to gain his bearing, it was several miles to the mechanics but Frank didn't mind the walk. He often wandered through the city to clear his head and to get to know the battlegrounds better, it was a habit he formed back when he was a street cop.

"You got any change?" An old beggar asked him from the bench of the bus stop.

Fank looked at the pathetic sight. "How about something else instead." He said as he dug his hand into the side of his blazer, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

"Yes please." The beggar said.

Frank pulled out two cigarettes and put the rest back in his blazer. He handed one of them to the man on the bench and then he put one in his mouth before lighting his cigarette and tossing the lighter at the beggar.

"Keep the lighter." He told the man as he walked away.

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Frank crossed over to the other side of the street towards the museum. He witnessed two people bumping into each other by the entrance. the detective silently shook his head. The first thoughts to come to his mind were that they were destined lovers, crossing each others paths for the first time. The toughs that followed were more sinister in plot; one of them was a thief, trying to pickpocket a foolish victim, it was probably the male. maybe he's a expert con artist, trying to convince that poor girl to give him all her money. Frank felt a urge to intervene, one that he quickly resisted. Maybe it's the girl who is the con artist, suckering that poor idiot into give her a ride during witch she would seduce the bastard and take off with his credit card.Frank finally concluded that they were both criminals who were simply waiting for the right moment to stab each other in the back.

The detective amused himself with this little game that probably went on a little longer than it should have. Before he knew it, he wasn't familiar with his surrounding. Frank stopped and sighed, pulling out his cell phone, what a wonderful world we live in that one is never truly lost, he though to himself as he type in the address of the auto-shop into Google maps. he only had a few seconds to get a good look at it before his phone vibrated in his hand. It was a call from the office. Frank answered the phone as he began walking in the general direction Google told him to go.

"Hello."

"Hey Jerry, what's up?"

"I already filed the accident report and taken the drug test. beside I have wittiness stating that the piece of shit pimp jumped in front of my car." Frank said as he walked behind a pair of nuns who shot dirty looks at him.

"Of course I had hookers in my car, I was bringing them in for questioning. ...I only reversed so I could check to see if he was alright, I didn't think I was going to run over him again." By now the nuns started prying loudly, and frank had to cover his ear to hear the phone better.

"Look, I know you have internal breathing down your neck, but I'm so close to getting this guy I can smell his cigar breath. Jerry just keep them off my back for a little while longer, okay?"

"Thanks Jerry. You're the best" he said as he rolled his eyes and hung up.

The weather was getting colder as the day went on and Frank was only a few more buildings away from the shop so he quickened his pace. He stopped in his tracks when he noticed the lights were not on at the shop. No-no-no-no-NO!He thought as he ran to the front of the garage and banged on the thin metal door. "Open up. POLICE!" he shouted as he banged and kicked on the large door, not stopping for several minutes. This is bullshit. he thought as he finally gave up and sat against the now dented garage door.

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Character Portrait: Maria Mae Occheto Character Portrait: Cole Occheto Character Portrait: Frank Russo
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Frank dug into his coat pocket and pulled out his pack of cigarettes, putting one in his mouth and putting the rest away before looking for his lighter, the lighter he gave to a random homeless guy earlier today. Frank sat there in the silence with the cigarette in his mouth for several minutes before picking himself up and dusting off his pants. The night was still young and he needed to let out some steam, so he walked into the middle of the one way street in front of him and pulled out his badge, holding that pose with no one around. It wasn't long until he could see headlights coming down the street. The car slowed to a stop a few feet from the reckless detective. It was an El Camino in candy paint gold with knee-caper on the rims, Frank was impressed, but now was not the time to complement strangers. He threw away his cigarette and walked over to the driver side window as the person rolled down the windows.

"Did I do sumtin' wrong officer?" A young black man asked him, his teeth were shining gold just like the car. Frank suspected this was a dealer due to his uneducated demeanor and his seemly wealthy taste. But now was not the time to judge strangers.
"I need to take this car." Frank say in a false urgency.
"Hell no you ain't taking my whip" the man told the detective.

Frank had no patience to talk to this man anymore. He pulled out his gun and aimed it at the driver. A look of surprise and fear took over the young black mans face. Frank didn't say another word as brought the gun across his shoulders and slammed it against the driver forehead, knocking him out cold. Frank looked around the empty street as he put his gun away before shoving his victim over to the passenger side and taking the seat behind the wheel.
"I didn't want to do that, but you left me with little choice." He spoke out loud and he pulled his phone out and search for the nearest strip club. Frank looked around inside the car while he waited for it to load, the interior was not as nice as the outside, there was cracks on the dashboard and cigarette burns on the seats. Definitely a drug dealer, a pimp would take better care of his car.

Once Google found a nearby strip club, Frank revved the engine and turned the radio up. The station was on pop hip-hop, Frank changed it quickly and settled on a rock station before driving off, his passenger out cold.
"Oh, I love this song," he said turning up the volume. "Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap! Dirty deeds- sing it with me!" He shouted at the incapacitated man next to him. "Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap."
Frank checked his phone one more time before putting it away in his pocket. This was not how he planed on starting the night, but then again, he hasn't one for plans.

The El camino soon made its way to the parking lot of the strip club. Frank parked far away from the entrance and shut of the engine but not pulling out the keys. He dug into his side pocket one more time for his pack of cigarettes and tossed them at the young black man on the passenger side. "Keep'em" he said as he opened the car door and got out, closing it behind him. Frank inhaled the cold crisp air into his lungs with a smile on his face. He could barely contain his excitement as his whole body shook, partly from the cold. Frank made his way into the club, clasping his hands and rubbing them together.

Frank went straight to the bar once he was inside the club and ordered a glass of bourbon with no ice. He looked around as he waited for his drink. There were a lot of beautiful women here, and not all of them were strippers, Frank didn't expect that. He noticed one woman in particular in a very sexy black dress that flaunted her beautiful curves. He watched as she talked to one of her friends and Frank got this mother hen vibe from her. She kept looking around, checking on all her little baby chicks. He was so focused on her he almost didn't hear the bartender offering him his drink. Frank took the cup and swirled the liquid around before putting it to his lips and slowly drinking the smooth golden elixir. The instant wave of warmth he felt was exhilarating, he loved the feeling of the first sip of liquor. But just before he was about to take another drink, he thought he saw something at the stairway. It couldn't be him, Mr. Occheto; the devil himself with what looked like only a few of his bodyguards. Franks joy quickly turned to anger, before he knew it he was reaching for his gun, stopping him self before he pulled it out. Not here. hour thought as he lowered his hand. His nerves were high, he could barely lift the glass to his mouth without a slight shake.

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Character Portrait: Skye Keaton Character Portrait: Vladimir Torchev Patranko Character Portrait: Maria Mae Occheto Character Portrait: Martin Ross Character Portrait: Cole Occheto Character Portrait: Kazuki "Daniel" Takahashi Character Portrait: Frank Russo
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Maria's eyes showed no signs of shock when Skye admitted she was contemplating leaving the bistro. Sure, she had only just started. But after the shit fest that took place, Maria knew what to expect. It was now up to her force of personality and charisma to make the girl stay and weave her into the family. After all, Maria couldn't just have her running from the business stark crazy. That's how things really got messy.

"I'll tell you how you got hired," Maria began, pushing the glass full of juice towards her nervous, shy coworker. With a tedious gulp, she set her own drink down and stated, "I know how girls like you are, what they need in life." She put her hands in her lap, tugging at a ring on one of her fingers while sharing a gaze with Skye, "You feel tense, timid. But you want to have a sense of responsibility, you know?" Maria puffed her shoulders up a little, pursing her lips and using a gruff voice, "You want weight to carry on your shoulders, hell, just to prove to anyone, someone, that you can carry weight." finishing it all off with a bright beam.

"I saw it in your eyes." Her voice trailed off with an unfeigned twinkle on her face. She finished her juice, asking for some more, but cranberry this time. "You were working harder than anyone else, you showed that to me; you deserve this job." With her index finger and middle slightly craned, she brought her hand to the girl's face, "I don't like the tone you use with yourself. You're so unsure." Then, as if in diffident confidence, she withdrew her hand. She hated to cause anyone discomfort. She didn't like to be overbearing, much like her father and brother at times. "You're gorgeous, really. You should know that." Maria lifted her glass, as if making an invisible toast.

She felt eyes on her. That's what sent a slight chill romping up and down her spine. It was an unusual impression to have there, generally one she got only when something was about to go wrong. Perhaps there was a draft, someone opened a door, maybe? She wanted to dismiss it, not let the good vibes go to waste. But her own eyes began to travel as she waved a hand at Skye, "I used to be that girl… You will free yourself when you accept that you're worthy of good things." A reassuring smile was on Maria's face, the lights from the bar catching her bruise at an honest angle.

"My mom kept me so sheltered, by the time I was seventeen I still had a seven PM curfew, only excusable if I was working late at the cafe flipping burgers." Laughing a little, her eyes traveled around the club, until they fell upon another unfamiliar face. Who is this now? His eyes locked onto her for a moment as he helped himself to a drink. The man must have been in a bit of a stupor, not heeding to the intimate moment. That's why Maria eye's widened as he had no shame making the gesture he did, in a club full of people. It didn't take her much time to see what was going on; he obviously wanted her father dead. No surprise there. She was quite familiar with the way a man reached for his gun. Perhaps it was her patience, her negligence to being assumptive that made her different from her own flesh and blood. He had a striking face, one she wasn't familiar with. She was going to keep tabs on this man all night if she had to. If he was stupid enough to reach for his gun again, that hesitation and anger flecking his eyes, she might have to personally do something about it. Besides, was there really shame in yanking your skirt up if it was to keep your family safe? She almost laughed to herself, picturing it all go down, guns blazing and her skirt jacked up to expose the .50 Caliber Black Powder Wheel Lock pistol tucked into her lacy lingerie. It was old school, but it had kick to it. Lord knew Maria lived on the spicier side of life.

"Being cooped up, growing up, doesn't help anyone really. It just makes the real world more shocking, cold and hard to cope with." Maria's green gaze grazed back over Skye momentarily. Her father was off to the side, taking a seat with a few men. The unusual bald man was undoubtedly part of the Russian sector, now Maria was sure, as she harmlessly glanced at what was going on. When her peering came around again, she saw Daniel standing alone, looking flustered. She gestured to him with an index finger, then rotated her focus onto Skye. "Don't apologize, please. You're new. But you need to cut loose a little, sugar; mama ain't here." Her voice was humorous as she patted the girl's hand again in an encouraging manner.

Big Daddy took a seat with his son, Martin and Vlad. "Better pull out that paperwork, Martin." Mr. Occheto instructed, searching his front pocket for a cigar. The Bunny must have drifted away with his lighter. With a grunt, he brought the cigar to his lips, asking if anyone had a light. He held the fat stogie between his fingers for a moment, glancing at his daughter who was charming perfectly sane people into staying with a demented, criminal business. "Apology not needed, at all. I understand the duties that come with responsibility of all kinds." His lips spread into a Cheshire smile, waiting for Martin to begin translating it all a bit better so they could really get down to business.

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Frank was red with embarrassment, he knew he lacked control, but what he just did was unbelievable. What if someone saw him just now, reaching for his gun. He chugged the rest of the bourbon like it was water. Frank had no plans on dying to night, but if he was going to get shot, at lest he going to get too drunk to feel anything. He order a glass of rum and coke, heavy on the rum with no ice. He tried to watch where Mr. Occheto and his goons went, but they had moved out of sight. Frank gently grabbed a stripper as she walked past him.
"Hey beautiful, I need you to do something very special for me," he said as he reached for a wallet. The strippers smile widened. "I need you to keep an eye on the men who are with Big Daddy."

The stripper looked confused, but took the money anyways. "Well, I know one of them his is hot son, Cole. But I don't know the other two, what do you want me to tell them?" She asked.
"DON'T talk to them, just notify me when they're leaving" he instructed. The stripper smiled again,
"My name is Virginia." She said as she tucked the money in her bra.
"I don't care." Frank said simply as he took his drink form the bar and walked away. The stripper curled her lips and rolled her eyes as he left.

Tonight was suppose to be about pleasure, not business, plans never go accordingly he thought as he took a sip of his drink. Then again, Frank wasn't one for making plans. The young detective looked around the bar for that woman in black. It wasn't long until her saw her again. He smiled as he approached her and the young woman she was talking to. Frank finished his drink before he arrived in front of them.

"You're a unique beauty aren't you?" He said to the woman with the piercings, "Do you normally wear your heart on your sleeves?" He asked her with a smile as he gestured to her right hand. He was almost completely ignoring the woman in black. "My name is Frank, would you care to dance?" He ask the young woman with piercings. "That is, if your guardian angel would allow it." He finally glanced at the woman in black with a smile.

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Character Portrait: Skye Keaton Character Portrait: Suri Desmond Character Portrait: Vladimir Torchev Patranko Character Portrait: Maria Mae Occheto Character Portrait: Martin Ross Character Portrait: Cole Occheto Character Portrait: Aurora Ivanova Character Portrait: Frank Russo
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Below, the stage dimmed and the music became nonexistent. Confused voices wrung out in the murkiness of the club, wondering what the hell was going on, if it was planned. In the darkness, the thud of heels against a stage was heard, followed by whistles and jeering of impatient men.

Stage music.
Music started thumping again as a petite, platinum blond popped up under a spot light, wearing white and blue frilly panties. She garnished a lollipop and pig tails, a ruffled, tiny white shirt. When the vocals started blaring on the speakers, she crouched down quickly, slapping her thighs before agilely jumping up to swing herself around the pole. With a sense of elegance, she flipped herself upside down and slowly slid down the length of the pillar, much to the pleasure of the men in the audience. Soon the girl was only in a g-string, prancing around and flaunting her assets as loads of money were jammed into the only garment she wore.
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Cole ordered some rounds for the table, a water for himself. His eyes had watched the girl dancing below to the suggestive song, but it was not the time. He was familiar with the song. Very fitting, he thought to himself. Occasionally he'd steal protective glances at Aurora, sitting at the bar near Suri. Since business was about to be hit off, he figured he better try to sober up a little. He wasn't drunk, but he was definitely buzzing. His eyes graced Aurora, over her and to his little sister and the new girl with all the metal in her face. What he wondered now: who the guy approaching them was. He saw the way his eyes raked up and down her, then diverted his attention to Skye. He had something up his sleeve, Cole just couldn't put his finger on it.

When they all had settled, his father instructing to begin with the business handlings, a waitress was at the table in no time. She delivered the drinks, winking and smiling before sauntering off again. Usually, these things went smoothly. But Cole knew to be prepared in any situation, for the worst possible outcome. Vlad was probably tacked from head to toe in artillery, being able to get away with disguising it easily because he was so large. Cole only hoped Martin knew the family well enough to come with some protection of his own.
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Daniel Takahashi

The tiny woman wrapped around his waist was starting to pout at him as she attempted to tug his larger frame toward an empty booth, but Daniel wasn't budging- his feet firmly planted on the sleek floor. Just when he was afraid he'd have to make up some ridiculous excuse he caught Maria's motion in the corner of his eye; although he could tell she was just trying to be nice- again- he instantly jumped on the opportunity. "Sorry, umm... I need to go see the uh... boss's daughter... Sorry!" he assured the scantily-clad girl as he detached her arms from underneath his suit-jacket. Once he'd managed to free himself he instantly shot toward the two girls at the bar, leaving the stripper rolling her eyes in his wake.

A few steps short of his destination the lights suddenly cut out, and he found himself standing awkwardly as the people around him jostled against him. "Oh crap..." he whispered to himself, "As if it wasn't hard enough to see in here..." At this point he was longing for his glasses, which Chantal had forbade him- on pain of death, which he believed- to wear with the suit. The translator stood stock-still until the music started again and the lights popped up, along with a tiny blonde stripper. Strategically ignoring the new show, Daniel apologized his way through the crowd until he stood by Maria's side again.

At the same time he arrived another man appeared on the opposite side. Something about the way he acted made it obvious that he was applying for the girls's attention- particularly the boss's daughter's; therefore Daniel was both surprised and not when he offered to take the tattooed girl onto the dance floor. Unwilling to break in on their dynamic, he slid awkwardly onto the empty stool next to Maria's.

While he was waiting to thank Maria for being his savior- yet again- a thin Asian man that was obviously well-past tipsed latched onto his shoulder and greeted him in heavily-slurred Korean. Turning, Daniel recognized the Occheto's link to the South Korean underworld who would be leaving in a couple days' time. Without hesitation he rotated on his seat and bowed to the man politely, before greeting him in the same language and inquiring as to whither or not he was enjoying himself. The heavily-tattooed Korean nodded broadly and responded that these Americans sure knew how to throw a party before excusing himself when he caught sight of a pretty blonde stripper a few feet away.

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Just when Maria felt the need to rescue poor Daniel from the tenacious little gem who was latched onto him, the man with the gun approached. Maria gave him a dangerous yet, sultry smile as he advanced a little. It was almost as if with that expression, she were saying, "I know what you're up to." but without actually vocalizing it. She raised her brows in approval and uncoiled her hand to signal that Skye was all his. With a soft, sensual voice she instructed, "Go live a little now, Skye."

For a moment, Maria's glaucous eyes scrutinized the man. Before they wandered away together, she basically handed Skye over, softly guiding the pierced girl with a manicured hand, towards the conundrum man. Aware of Daniel's presence beside her, Maria pivoted on the stool, swinging her legs to face him but again, cautious not to prick him with her shoes. She politely smiled, sipping on a dinky cranberry juice as he spoke in tongues with another Asian man.

When the drunken, tattooed Asian man slipped away into the crowd, insistent on one of the strippers, Maria twitched an index finger at the bartender. Leaning over a bit, she said something into their ear before planting her behind on the stool again. "I just ordered you a beer," she stated matter-of-factly, "Our little secret." The bottle slid towards Maria's hand, to which she grabbed it receptively and handed it to Daniel. She wanted him to unwind a little. Besides, he wasn't going to get in any trouble there. Plucking an ice cube out of her cranberry juice, she threw it back into her mouth. She crunched on the ice for a moment, then decided to sink her claws into Daniel a little. Figuratively, that is.

"So tell me," though the beer was in his grasp, she reached over, popping the bottle open for him, "Do you enjoy your job?" She reclined away from him, brushing off the skirt of her dress a little and looking at Skye and the mysterious man for a moment. "I imagine it's a lot of paperwork; well, obviously." She laughed a little. For the duration of the conversation, she would sit perfectly poised on the settle, occasionally smoothing her long, dark hair, batting her inky lashes.

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Skye Keaton

Skye kept her focus on Maria as the older woman spoke with her, she was kind of suprised how well Maria's perspective of her was when they just met last night. She took Maria's words in consoderation, she did need to let loose "you are right Maria, I do need to let loose"". Before she could say anything else a man came up to her, introducing himself as Frank and asking her to dance. She wasn't sure what to say because she wasn't exactly into guys but Maria practically pushed her to go let loose.

She looked to the guy and gave a soft smile "My names Skye and it would be my pleasure to dance with you," she took his hand and led them to the dance area. "So Frank what do you do for work?" she asked as she danced trying to keep up some sort of coversation.


[sorrys its short im still dealing with a bad migraine but i dont want to keep anyone behind]

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Character Portrait: Skye Keaton Character Portrait: Suri Desmond Character Portrait: Maria Mae Occheto Character Portrait: Lexi Belle Character Portrait: Cole Occheto Character Portrait: Kazuki "Daniel" Takahashi Character Portrait: Aurora Ivanova Character Portrait: Frank Russo
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Maria was pleased to have Daniel relaxing a bit before her, she just wanted him to be an open book. After all, she did love to read. All nonsense aside, she liked knowing people. Perhaps it was like jumping into a new story every time she learned something new about someone. He faltered a bit when he tried the beer, to which Maria just grinned at him, wrapping her fingers around the neck of the bottle. Her fingers were swathing his for a moment before she snatched the bottle away, a slight smile crossed with a funny frown on her face she set it back on the bar, "Let's uh, just leave that over there." She tried to disguise her laughter.

Cocking an eyebrow as Daniel spoke, she nodded a bit, interested and intrigued. "I know you're shy, but that will go away if you want it to; I'm just struggling to picture you walking around a crowded university when you are so darn self conscious." She added, setting her empty glass on the bar top. "Tell me about your family?" Musing now, she flipped some of her hair behind her shoulders, exposing prominent, coquettish collar bones.

All she really wanted out of that moment shared with Daniel was to offer some comfort. She wanted him to know he didn't have to hide or stammer when spoken to. Maria often thought people repressed themselves too much, and she looked to her active friendliness as a way to help people live. Living was much different than just existing.

At the end of the bar sat Aurora, smiling over in the direction of the booth Cole was seated at. Maria waved a hand, wanting her to join in on the conversation and perhaps get a drink. Aurora looked lonely, all dolled up in her party dress and solo, atop the bar stool. Besides, she didn't really like any of her girls to go unattended. There was a thin line, if any, of trust for men who saw a woman alone.

Maria was impressed when her eyes wandered off again towards the dance floor, watching Skye and Frank dance. Then her eyes wandered towards Suri, holding herself a bit and swaying with the music until she decided to visit the main stage. She was without a doubt, going to attempt and soothe the trembling girl on stage. The way Suri was so sweet overawed Maria at times. People always knew Maria as a motherly figure; to her, she didn't really see it that way. If anyone was worthy of that position, it was Suri. Suri crooned to people in a way that made them happily unwind and fall right into her palm. She understood things others didn't. But, in that same respect, Maria knew she could be cruel and dangerous to those who crossed her.

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Frank led the way as they walked over to an opening on the dance floor. he was surprised to see how little convincing it took for Skye to join him. “Skye is a interesting name” he told her as he started dancing. Frank wondered if it was short for something, like his name was. He could barely hear her over the music when she asked him about his work. He hesitated to answer honestly.

“My job? I’m a cop. Well, a detective in organized crime division to be more specific.” He told the young woman. That was more honest than he originally intended, but he blamed it on the alcohol and continued dancing. He usually didn't tell people where his worked, he didn't like the questions that usually follow. Frank couldn’t help but noticed something was off about this girl. “You seem like a fish out of water,” He spoke over the loud music, "this is not really your scene is it?” He asked as he moved closer to her so he could hear her response.

“We could go back to the bar if you’re not up for dancing with a hot guy.” He said with a large smile on his face. Up close she was more
beautiful than he expected, the first thing he noticed about her was her many facial piercings, but the second was her gorgeous dark grey eyes. Skye actually looked a lot like the woman in the black dress; he wondered if they were related somehow. Every now and then he would glance around to try to see the meeting Mr. Occheto was in, but with no success.

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When Frank told Skye what he did for a job she kinda froze for a second, she wondered if he was trying to investigate what happened at the Bistro last night. She wasn't sure what to say, she didn't mind cops but she really didn't want Maria or any of them getting in trouble. She had to figure out a way to tell Maria who the guy was because she had a feeling the older woman didn't know but she decided maybe she could find some more info about him or something.

She decided answering his question would be her first step "well I just started working for a resteraunt and this is sort of a staff party, im still at the point of learning peoples names and letting loose. My mother kept me on a tight leash as I grew up but I graduated high school early and finding a job was the first way to my own freedom. So no this is not usually my scene but as my friend said, I need to live a little". She continued to dance with Frank.

She took a glance at the bar then looked back to Frank "the bar seems a bit crowded so lets just keep dancing" she said with a smile, she hoped he wouldn't ask her age. She was underage and at a strip club, even though it was a 'staff' party she bet she wasn't legally allowed to be here. Though if he asked she could just lie, it wasn't like she was drinking or anything anyways. "So what is a cop like you doing here at this club?" she asked with an innocent tone, she was quite curious about this guy and kinda wanted to know a bit more about him

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The lights of the club started to throb more vividly, the strobes causing Maria to get a headache. For a moment, she was dizzy and lightheaded. She tried to maintain her focus on the subject and conversation at hand. Before she could ask for a glass of water, anything really to drink, Aurora popped into existence as if by some form of magic.

"It's going well; you look adorable." Maria leaned up a bit to kiss her friend's cheek in greeting. After all, it was polite etiquette. Aurora took a seat, addressing Daniel with a happy smile. Ordering a shot for the girl, Maria mused, "I just want to see your expression when you shoot some whiskey, it's priceless." Fanning herself, she released a soft chuckle and turned back to Daniel. His eyes were scrawled with discomfort and uncertainty again as he stopped speaking about his mother, mid sentence. "But she's what?" She hoped the issue wasn't too personal, and she would understand if he didn't wish to talk about it in front of Aurora. He even choked a bit when Aurora spoke to him.

She shifted occasionally on her stool, her grassy eyes cutting into her environment. Again her gaze caught Suri, leading the eggshell doll away from the stage. Then it caught the conundrum of a man and Skye on the dance floor, attempting to share conversation despite the loud music. She didn't trust him, and if Skye had half a mind, she wouldn't either. Something was odd about Skye. Maria couldn't put her finger on it, couldn't identify the feeling of longingness and shared identity. How did she know that girl, besides from work?

Current song at club.
Across the room, Big Daddy was nodding, huddled a bit and listening to Martin speak. Maria caught sight of it, occasionally casting glances and smirks at the gentlemen. Martin was hard at work as per usual; very impressive given the surroundings. All in all, things seemed to be coming together under the lime lights, flowing with the rhythm of the music thundering throughout the club. Speaking of thunder, Maria did remember something about a 60% chance of precipitation for that night. Much unlike displeased Chicago residents, she looked forward to the storms.

Maya was flaunting all her beauty and glory, now hard at work seducing the Russian man. She could sweep any man or woman off their feet at the drop of the dime The woman was ruthlessly vampish and charming with her red lips, her large bosom and her perfectly sized waist. Maria felt that she could identify with the woman for the sole fact that she was well dressed and humorous. Maya always knew how to make someone smile.

It seemed Big Daddy was happy with himself and his business; perhaps happy enough to forget about any stern announcement he might want to make. With a triumphant, smoke soaked grin, her indicated with a wave of his hand for his daughter to join him, sitting by Martin. Maria bowed politely, smiling at her quaint friend and Daniel, "Lady, gentleman, I will return." Maria hoped that with Aurora's kind grace, she'd keep Daniel a little less on edge.

She rose from her stool with elegance, adjusting the skirt of her dress so that it didn't ride up. Furthermore, the open-back of the dress already plunged enough, she didn't need any slip-ups. Her spinal and shoulder structure would be enticingly demarcated by the lights as she passed under them on her way to her father, her brother, and Martin.

When she approximated the table, extending her hand for her father to take, she smiled at all of the gentleman. Her legs, elongated in an illusion by the dangerous, platform Asteroids on her feet, quivered a little with anxiousness. "I want everyone to have a free round of drinks. Everyone." Big Daddy looked up to his little girl from where he sat, holding her hand gently. "Tonight, we celebrate." He rubbed the top of her palm before releasing it, giving a look to Martin as if to express his gratefulness for the man. With a well-bred simper, Maria nodded and returned to the bar to inform the bartender. Etiquette. That's all it was. Business was business.


[great first post BTW boultinator!]

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"...I graduated high school early and finding a job was the first way to my own freedom..."
Frank couldn't hear everything the Skye was saying, but a red flag flashed in his head. Graduated high school early? Did she say first job... Frank didn't like the way that sounded. At least she not another hooker. Is she? the detective looked the girl up and down before determining she wasn't a hooker, if anything she was a lesbian, but she defiantly had an underage look about her. Frank laughed at the idea; here he was, dancing with a high school lesbian while the biggest mob boss in Chicago was getting a lap dance on the other side of the room. The thought was amusing he confessed.

So she works at a restaurant that is throwing a staff party at this strip culb, if that wasn't odd enough, Mr. Occheto himself is here along with other know associates. She must work at Buca, it not a large leap, come to think of it Mr. Occheto owns this club also. what an unlucky day he was having. Now who's the fish out of water. Idiot! Frank happen to glance back at the bar and noticed a man that just got there, something was familiar in the way he carried himself, and it didn't seem like he was enjoying the loud music. Frank thought the man looked reminded him of one of those stiffs from internal police. This did not ease his mind one bit. How did Internal find me? he wondered. Maybe he was just paranoid.

"So what is a cop like you doing here at this club?"

Frank looked back at the girl he was dancing with. An idea came to him that caused the young man to smile. He stopped dancing and leaned towards her with a serious expression on his face,"I'm here to arrest anyone who is underage and send them to jail. Can I see some I.D. please?" He asked holding out his hand. The detective waited a few second before cracking a smile. "Relax, it's my day off, I want to relax and have fun, get drunk and fuck. Besides, I'm a detective, not a cop. Cops wear uniforms." he told Skye with a smile still on his face. He knew that most people didn't care about the differences between a cop and a detective, they were all pigs.

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Skye's facial expression dropped when Frank asked her for I.D. she quickly looked around trying to find a face recognized. This was not how she planned her night, her mom would have a coniption fit if she was arrested. Just as she was going to try to get herself out of the situation Frank said he was off duty and that he was an investigator. Her face relaxed and let out a sigh of relief "you had me there".

She looked around as she danced then back to Frank, she wasn't really sure what to say but she just had a feeling she needed to tell Maria who Frank was. "Im getting a bit tired, do you mind if we stop and get a drink, nonalcholic for me" she said with a slight smile as her eyes scanned the room for Maria, her facial expression held a glint of worriness to i.

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Frank laughed as he witnessed the girls brief panic. His face was warm and his body felt light and heavy, one right after the other. In a sober mind, he probably wouldn't have found it so funny. However he was beginning to feel the effects of the bourbon and rum in his system. It was a strong buzz; a dangerous state of mind to be in at that particular time in that particular place, but what does he have to lose?

"Im getting a bit tired, do you mind if we stop and get a drink, nonalcholic for me"

"A drink sounds great actually. Though I probably shouldn't, I have an early morning in the morning." He managed to say. Did I just say morning twice. hw wondered. "Let's go. This way." He directed Skye, taking her hand and leading the young girl towards the bar. He noticed the man at the bar again, the one that reminded him of a internal police officer, but the man was paying no attention to Frank from what he could tell, so the detective left it at that and arrived at the bar. "Just a beer. Dos Equis." He called out to the waiter. "And I'll cover whatever she's having." Gesturing to Skye.

"I really do like your tattoo, of the heart on your hand. Heart on your sleeve." He said with a smile. It reminded him of something his old partner said; only the strong or the foolish wear their hearts on their sleeves. The thought of his old partner was sobering him up. The beer couldn't have come at a better moment. Frank pulled out his multi-tool and popped open the bottle with ease before chugging half if it. " I'm sorry," he said finally, "I must be keeping you from your friends from the restaurant. It's just I wanted to take my mind off work; I'm really close to a case right now, and I wanted to be with someone who wouldn't- never mind, I'm rambling." He said, taking another drink from the bottle.

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Lance stayed at the bar for a few minute observing the coming and goings of the party goers, taking in everything, you could tell that most of the people there were a criminal of some sort. Murderers, drug dealers, fraudsters, anything you could think of, they were all there. Most people would feel intimidated in such a crowd, some of whom were openly armed but Lance had no qualms about entering a room full of armed men, he had done it before in much more hostile circumstances. Lance then noticed a man talking to a young woman come up to the bar, the man gave Lance a couple of looks. I guess i'm more suspicious than I thought Lance thought to himself. He just smiled to himself and finished his drink. He still hadn't seen any of the big hitters he had been hoping to see yet. They wouldn't have all been in the exact same area they probably would be scattered around. Lance went on to the second floor and went to that bar ordering another double whiskey, he wasn't going to get plastered that night but he didn't have to worry about being pulled over for a drink. No street cop was going to arrest a federal agent.

There were some very interesting people up here, the first being one of the people he was looking for, Maria Occheto. She was at the bar with a man who looked familiar. His face had probably appeared on one of the reports that Lance had read on the Occheto's. She was as beautiful in real life as she was in the pictures and descriptions he had seen. She looked like she was having a good time. Lance had read that she had stayed with her mother after her parents had broken up and she had to go live with her brother, Cole and work at the Bistro. She would have been the perfect person to find out some information and maybe in time maybe get close enough to Antonio Occheto. Lance couldn't just go straight out and start asking questions he had to take his time she was probably going to be suspicious of him anyway. He just stayed at the bar making the odd glance at her, observing her movements, making the odd note on his phone. He also did the same with the gentleman with her so he could maybe find out who he was later.

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Skye followed Frank as he took her hand, leading her to the bar. After Frank ordered a beer she ordered a diet coke then turned to Frank "thank you for the drink". She looked down at the heart on her hand when Frank mentioned it "well theres kind of a story behind this tattoo. I don't know who my father is, my mother won't tell me but she does know. I got this tattoo to remind me to never give up what I believe in my heart and I believe someday I will find out who he is". She never talked about her father situation because it brought too many emotions up for her.

She took a seat on the nearest bar stool and took a deep breath then looked to Frank "Your not keeping me from anyone really...I just met these people last night some I havent met.." she knew this was the chance she could go and talk to Maria but something else tugged at her. "Someone who wouldn't what? You should finish your sentance" she said with a smile and took the glass of soda from the waitress ans took a sip.

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"Well there's kind of a story behind this tattoo. I don't know who my father is, my mother won't tell me but she does know. I got this tattoo to remind me to never give up what I believe in my heart and I believe someday I will find out who he is".

Frank was about to take the last drink from his beer before Skye opened up about her father. He stopped just as his lips touched the glass. The detective didn't expect to hear that kind of story from her. He sat the bottle gently on the bar as he listened. Frank could tell she was determined and passionate about finding her father. It reminded him of his own passion and determination to find the man responsible for his partners death. Of course neither of them knew it is the same man they were after.

"Someone who wouldn't what? You should finish your sentence" Skye said with a smile


Frank looked up at her, not realizing his eyes started to drift in deep thought. "Oh. Right. I just someone who wouldn't remind me of the world I live in." He said simply. " A world of mobsters and violence. I wanted to get away from that for a night. I can't even do that." He mumbled the last sentence as he scratched his beard. "Take that friend of yours in black for instance, or is that your cousin? You two look related. Same lips and cheek bones, minus all of the... pricings." He said as he waved his hand in front of his face. "Well take her for example. She looks like she's into the mob scene, probably dates a hit man or, shit, probably related to one. She looks way to Italian, and rich, I mean did you see that ring on her finger." Frank tried to make a whistle noise, but was only able to blow air through his lips. "You, you look innocent enough."

"I could find your father for you, I am a detective after all. It's like my job to do things like that" He drastically changed the subject. "All I need is your full name and your birth date... Did that come out as creepy?" He struggled to pull something out of his pocket; a pen. "Now I promise you I won't stalk you... Does that sound like something a stocker would say." frank grabbed a nearby napkin as he slowly and neatly wrote something down. "Here. It's my business card" He said with a grin as he handed her the napkin:

867-5304
Francisco Russo


"It's the least I could do for you putting up with me even though you are clearly not in to me. At all." He said, arching his eyebrows up and tilting his head forward, giving her a 'fess-up' look. "Well it was a pleasure to meet you and I hope I will remember this tomorrow." He lifted his beer in the air before chugging the rest of it.

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Skye shook her head when he asked if Maria is her cousin "no we aren't related she is just my boss". She thought about what happened the night before at the Bistro..all that blood..she shook her head trying to get the memory out of her head and tried to pay more attention to Frank. What Frank said next kind of shocked her "you really could find my father" she said taking it in. When Frank asked for her full name and birthday she nodded but laughed when he asked if that came out creepy "no it didn't". She then asked the bartender for a pen and a piecs of paper and she wrote down what Frank needed.

Skye Reina Keaton
March 8,1996
866-7467


She handed Frank the piece of paper with her information then took his business napkin card and smiled "thankyou". She laughed at his next words "you got me, im more into the girls but you kept me from leaving way too early". She then stood up and patted Franks hand "It was a pleasure to meet you also, and you have that piece of paper to remind you of tonight but ill give you a call before I go to work tomorrow just in case. I do have to go, still have a curfew to make, talk to you soon Frank".

She looked around for Maria or Aurora but couldn't find them so she made her way out of the club and to her car. She drove home in silence, going over what Frank said. She really couldn't believe it, after seventeen years shes going to finally know who her father is. Once she got home she went up to her room and got out of the dress and into some comfortable clothes, then laid down and thought about the night before she drifted off.

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Frank could hear loud pings echo through his throbbing head. He opened his eye to the sight of jail bars staring at him. The cold cement against his numb face and the slight smell of piss told him he was in the holding cell of the police station he worked at. Well at lest he didn't need to ride the bus to get to work. The pings were coming from a uniformed police officer with a devious smile on his face hitting the bars with his flashlight. "Get up, Rocky" he told frank as the put his flashlight up and began to unlock the cell door. "You probably don't remember getting your ass kicked by five bouncers huh? I heard you knocked a few out before they used the tazer on you." The officer opened the cell. " You're a disgrace to the force." He said as he motioned the detective to get out.

Frank struggled to stand up and brought his hand gently to his eyes; a slight sting shot through his face, it was swollen and probably purple all over. The wounded man cleared his throat before walking out of the holding cell. The police officer followed him with his eyes as Frank passed him. "Did you hear me? You're a disgrace to the force. The only reason you got detective was because you got a medal for getting your partner killed."

Frank stopped moving and contemplated taking the officers gun and shooting him with it. He brought his ear to his shoulder causing his neck to pop before quickly turning around and punching the officer square in the jaw, before the officer could react to the contact, frank grabbed him by his uniform and slammed against the bars, knocking him out cold. Frank shook his wrist and stepped over the officers body as he went back into the cell and shut the door behind him. He sat down on the bench as the other cell mates hollered and screamed. It was only seconds before more uniformed officers came running to check on the unconscious cop. Several minutes later, Frank was standing in the commissioners office as the now conscious officer expanded to the commissioner what happened leading to the assault. The officer lip stopped bleeding, but he was now missing a tooth. Frank almost smiled as he watched the officer talk.

"Thank you Officer Williams, that's enough." The commissioner told the cop as he waved his hand and dismissed him. The commissioner didn't saying anything until he was alone with Frank. "Well damn Francis, did you have to knock his tooth out, I almost cracked up several time when he was speaking." The commissioner leaned back pulling open his desk drawer and grabbing a several pieces of paper. The commissioner was a thick black man with salt-and-pepper hair, but a solid black goatee. He sighed as he looked at Frank. "I'm going to have to suspend you for a month without pay." He said simply. Frank expected as much, he remained silent, but he could tell there was more.

"Also," the commissioner continued, "they've impounded your car as evidence." He finish as he handed frank his suspension papers.
"What?! How could they? Its not like the pimp is dead, he's in a coma!" Frank grabbed the papers, and headed towards the door, he knew there was no arguing with the internal police.

"Your belongings are on your desk, take them with you before you go." The commissioner informed the detective before he left the office. Franked walked through the crowded desk of his co-workers until he arrived at his own desk. Several people were staring at him, a few looked sad to see him leaving some of them shook their heads with a smile. Franked grabbed his blazer, cell-phone, his pocket sized multi-tool, and his wallet. As he walked out of the police station and into the sun, he checked his phone for any missed calls; none. His then checked his wallet. There was no money, he expected as much, but there was a note. it took frank several moments to realize what it was. The detective contemplated crumpling up the paper, but something convinced him not to. Frank started to walk through the streets of Chicago.

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Skye woke up to light pouring into her eyes "I should have closed those" she mumbled as she turned over to look at her alarm clock. She couldn't believe she slept till the afternoon. She sat up and played the scenes of what happened last night through her head, she couldn't believe she found someone that could find her father.

Getting up, she made her way to the bathroom and took a twenty minute shower then got dressed in her work clothes. She straighyened her hair out and put on some light makeup. Once she was ready she grabbed her phone and sent Frank a message Hi this is Skye, from last night. I am still interested in finding my father and I can pay you.

After sending the message she went downstairs and found the house quiet, her mom must of already went to work. She went outside and put on her bike helmet then got on her harley. She drove to the store first and picked up a lemonade then headed to the Bistro. She was probably early and hoped they didn't mind.

Once she was parked she got off her bike and took of her helmet, she grabbed her bag and then headed into the back of the bistro. She noticed the bright new tiles on the kitchen floor as she walked across, she opened the door to the front of the bistro and noticed Aurora dancing. She didn't want to interrupt the older girl, so she stood there and watched.

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She'd hate to show up to work like that, in an old, two-piece dress and her hair hardly styled. But, she was making such good time since she left her hotel room, she didn't want to stop off at home. As she was speeding, her phone rang incessantly. She'd glance at it, and let it ring out. "Come on, Lana," she rasped, reading the name that came up. "What is so goddamn important?" Her stomach lurched a bit with worry, she hadn't heard from Lana in a while. The girl only called Maria when she was in trouble. They kept reasonable distance between one another due to her father's orders. He didn't want people thinking they just 'took in any stray and welcomed them into the family'. Her gut wrenched when she imagined him saying it, her disdain wreaking havoc on her brain.

Lana was another sad soul Maria rescued off the streets. Of course, Maria used the term 'rescue' very loosely when it came to Lana. It was maybe a little over a year since Maria and Aurora cleaned the girl up and set her up with a job at the gentlemen's club. Maria remembered the first time she visited Lana after she started working, she had been all set up in a cozy little loft, truly coming into her own skin. Of course, neither Aurora, Suri, or Maria were happy to see the girl in the pleasure business, but it was all they could really offer her.

When Maria and Aurora brought Lana home to stuff her full of food and get her some clothes, the girl thanked them endlessly. Aurora was running a brush through her hair and commenting on how beautiful the length was, to which Lana just shrugged. That beautiful hair, Maria thought to herself. She was nothing but a shell when Maria found her, and Maria was more than proud of the evolution that took place in Lana maturity-wise since being yanked off the streets.

It wasn't long before Lana went and chopped all her hair off, explaining that she simply 'didn't want to be like all the other women at the club, ripping off hair styles and clothes from the big man's daughter'. This made Maria laugh; she didn't know what was funnier, Lana's tone or ignorance. She still adored the little firework. It was one of the last occasions in which she was able to freely share a meal and a movie night with the young girl. They stayed in touch, but it was never up to Maria's standards.

Her phone rang for what seemed like the entire drive home. She was nailing the gas so ruthlessly that she didn't want to risk attempting to multitask. When she saw Buca, her car almost slid right past it as she hammered the brakes, nearly spinning out. Damn, she thought to herself, lost myself for a minute there. The sun was sinking a bit, meaning it would soon be about 4:30PM. She pulled into an empty parking space near the back entrance, flipped down her driver's side mirror and checked her make up. With a groan, she applied some red lipstick and a tiny bit of blush. Her eye seemed to be getting darker with bruises by the day. Hanging her head back for a moment in defeat, she retrieved some cream concealer from her make up bag to dab at her discolored skin. When she was all done, she smelled of fresh peaches and her skin looked even.

She slid some rings onto her fingers, some bracelets and rubbed some extra perfume on her wrists. As she guided herself out of her car, she looked around with suspicion. Hopefully everyone would be arriving soon. But from the way it looked, she had some serious weight to pull with just Aurora and her brother to get the restaurant ready for dinner rush. Then again, it was just Sunday. If she didn't bust her ass though, she'd hear it from Big Daddy.
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Blindly grabbing at some platform heels in her back seat, she grabbed a hold of a teal pair as she shoved her phone into her bra with her free hand. She slid the shoes on, slamming her car door shut. Still, her feet weren't revealed by the skirt. "So short," she muttered as she opened the kitchen door, scurrying towards the bar. In her haste, she forgot to check her voice mail or call Lana back.

"Well hey, hey, hey!" Maria grinned as she walked through the large double doors, looking at Skye, Aurora, and Cole. "How is everyone? Not suffering a terrible hang over, I hope?" Maria walked past her brother, patting his back as Aurora scolded him and gave him some pills. Laughing softly, she unlocked the front doors of the bistro and looked over her shoulder, "Did you have a good evening, Skye?" Then she turned her focus back to the establishment as she trotted to the light box. Seemingly, Buca shuddered as it became alive with light.

She wondered how Maya made out. How Daniel and Martin spent the rest of their night. Hopefully she'd be seeing everyone soon and finding out more details from their undoubtedly more exciting evening. And even more over, she hoped to speak with Skye about the unusual guest that asked her to dance.

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Frank woke up, from his mid-day nap, to the sound of his phone rapidly vibrating three times on his night stand, it was a text massage. one long vibration meant it was a phone call and two medium length meant it was email. The detective hated ring tones. And in his line of work, sometimes it was required to be silent. Frank picked up his phone and glanced at the messages. It was from the lesbian he met last night.

Hi this is Skye, from last night.
I am still interested in finding my father
and I can pay you.


He read the message as he stood up and grabbed sunglasses and a Chicago Bull's hat. There it was, a great opportunity, maybe he could milk this for all it's worth. He stared at his screen for several minutes before typing a reply: How much? He quickly deleted the what he typed. Frank didn't want to make himself look selfish, which is exactly what he is. He thought about what to send instead, bult before he could type anything, his phone vibrated once; it was a phone call. Frank answered it as he walked out of his apartment, locking the door behind him.

"Hey, Jerry, what's up?" Frank asked as he put the phone next to his ear.
"How do you know what happened to me last night?... WHAT?! What do you meant its on YouTube?" Frank shouted at the phone as he continued to walk down the stairs.
"A video of what happen in the parking lot of the strip club. Are you kidding me! Take it down Jerry... I don't care, if internal catches wind of this... What? What do you mean why didn't I invite you to the strip club?" Frank walked by a group of boys on their skateboards, pushing them aside.

"Look, Jerry, forget the strip club, I need you find out some information on this girl... No she's not a stripper. I'll text you the info... Sure Jerry, we'll go out for drinks sometime." And with that, the detective hung up. He quickly pulled out the napkin with Skye's info on and text it to Jerry. "Well now that I got that taken care of..." Frank said to himself as he left the apartment building, looking around for a taxi. Damn, I need a car. He thought as crossed the street. He wore a wrinkled wite woven, unbuttoned showing his grey muscle shirt underneath and some dark wash jeans; added with his black eye and bruised jaw, he looked quite a mess.

It took Frank a while to make it all the way to Buca on foot. But once he arrived he quietly made his entrance, quickly taking a seat at the bar. He took off his sunglasses, but kept his hat on. it was the first time actually walking in the restaurant, but he still didn't want to get recognized by anyone from last night. I should have brought my gun. Frank thought as he scanned the dining area for Skye.

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Skye Keaton

Skye just came from the kitchen, she was carrying two trays of food. As she made her way to the dining area she heard the front door open and she saw a familiar guy come in and take a seat at the bar. She delivered the food to the tables then took care of the trays before she went over to Frank.

"Wow looks like you got into a pretty bad fight...what happened" she asked as she made it around the bar "I work late tonight.." She then remembered what Aurora told her earlier "It may not be such a good idea that you hang out around here...we could meet after I get out of work" she said as she looked around.


((sorry its short))