Check Please

[Shkono-Jin]

Dance

Music

Drinks

It was crazy in bar and hotel building. It was a luxurious place, meaning it was expensive. The people were all dress in jackets and every other fancy material, rich folks. The atmosphere was warm, that kind of warmness that makes you feel welcome here, like you belong here. It was a nice place to stay or eat, if you're rich. It was a full house, every seat was taken. There was a band playing simple kind of music. The classic kind while you sit around and eat, drink, or dance. In the middle of the large dinning room was a bright tile floor, where people dance, obviously. Right above it was where the band was.

Shkono was standing up, fearing it would have cost him more if he sat down the nice leather stool chairs. He was wearing his casual white coat which drape down toward the bottom half of his leg, tied at the waist with a black leather belt. Underneath was a black and shirt, and he was also wearing baggy jeans with the same color as his shirt, so that he can have a good enough leg room.

He sigh and took a drink of cold glass of water. Looking at his watch and glancing at the entrance door. He was on business, but it was his own business. He turn back looking at the bar table. The bar table was so clean it had a perfect reflection of self.

"Hey, man, need anything to drink?" the bartender ask why cleaning a glass with a white towel. "Nah..." Shkono replied as he took another sip of his glass of water. The way he's living, he couldn't even buy the most cheapest meal, but all that was going to change. He made a sharp grin at the corner of his lips and said to himself, "One day, I'm going to eat a nice, juicy lobster, top with a nice bottle of the oldest wine."

Shkono took another glance at the entrance doorway, and there it was. Five men, each of them wearing a suit and dark shaded glasses to hide their eyes. They wore all black, except the one in the middle who was holding a briefcase. He was wearing a brown suit, and had curly hair with a hand bar mustache, while the other were clean cut, slick blonde or brown hair. Shkono took a sharp look at the briefcase, something inside was what he wanted.

He quickly finish his glass of water and toss a coin to the bartender for the drink and try to squeeze in with the crowd. At the same time, the band was playing another track, one that had a real good beat, a jazz beat. The people gather up at the dancing square, and things look like they're going to heat up.

[Quistis]

"Hey pretty boy, wanna have some fun tonight?" a woman said, her make up probably enough to last anyone a lifetime. She was a slut obviously. Her cleavage leaving nothing to the imagination and her skirt almost showed her underwear if she had any at all.

"Nah, not now." she replied in the deepest voice she could ever muster. Being undercover was one of the most exciting moments of her job. For some reason, this time she opted to disguise herself as a man.

Wearing a pair of baggy pants and a suit that was probably triple her dress size - thanks to the multiple layers of clothing she had underneath, it was well enough to hide her feminine curves. She sure looked like some middle-age guy in his 30's - thanks to the state of the art mask that the agency provided her. Thankfully, it allowed her skin to breathe or else she would be sweating like hell.

She took a sip of her whiskey as she sat a couple of stools away from this Shkono guy she had been watching for days now. He was surely waiting for something and alas, a group of five men arrived. Shkono turned as if anticipating the group's arrival. The man in the middle carried a mysterious briefcase. She sure did not have a clue of what was inside.

This would be interesting. she thought as she waited for the events to unfold.