I know this place. Its less a resteraunt and more of a club. Me and the hostess have history you could say. So i can be anonymous here as long as i behave...

The place is what you would call classy. Every booth is basically a private room. The walls are dark wood and red velvets. The place reminds me of a wild west whorehouse. But thats because i dont have class.

I come here to get away and to hide. Think, plot, connive... whatever. There may be an mp5-pdw with its stock folded in my coat. Paranoia is survival these days.

My coat is folded on the table and i am nursing my 9th drink and picking at my food... Ill eventually dig out my phone and give Karlie a call.

I never call anyone when im sober.

*Well well, the ass actually called her, good boy. It's only a couple nights after her little fun in the Slums, so she's trying to lay low, but when the Devil Man speaks..how could she resist? She arrives about 20 minutes after he calls, she's dressed down a bit, well, down for her, very tight black jeans, very low cut purple sick blouse and high heeled boots, she moves to join him at his table, hoping he ordered her the shot she asked for* Hey Devil Man...

Her drink is waiting for her across the table from me. Im rolling up my shirtsleeves as she enters, checking my watch.

'That was quick. Where ya been lately?'

*She snags the drink and instead of sitting across from him she moves right next to him, taking a shot before she answers, then shrugs* Guess you noticed I wasn't at the Penthouse anymore, huh? *She frowns at him* You're in some deep shit, aren't you? I mean..more than normal..

I wave a hand as if dismissing some minor inconvenience.

'I havent been watching you there, if thats what your wondering. I had no idea you weren't still there...'  

I try to change the subject, play it off. Truth is paranoia is my new god. I look particularly strung out, even for a coke head who peddles dancing flesh...

*She frowns again and shrugs* Yeah..there's a bloody mess on the floor in the kitchen. Sorry, couldn't help it..*She downs the rest of her shot and looks him over* What have you been taking? you look worse than ever...

I nearly spit out my drink when she says that.

'How much of a bloody mess and why the fuck didnt you clean that shit up?!'

I ignore her questions about my self medicating. She knows damn well what i take. Meaning: everything i can get my hands on. And someone like me can get just about anything...

*She frowns and shrugs* It's what I came here to talk to you about, though of course I'm not so sure if I should talk to you..*She bites her lower lip and moves to stand* you might just try to beat the shit outta me again...That, and you probably won't even remember what I do tell ya..Thanks fer the drink Devil Man..

One of my hands grips her leg. A sure threat that leaving me in the dark about a body in my god damn studio will provoke a beating...

And ive been so well behaved here...

'Sit down, just spill it. Im only drinking Gin.'

As if that comforts her any.

*She sighs drmatically and takes her seat by him once again* Someone came by to see you..*She looks him right in the eye* She almost killed me...that's my blood on your floor, ya know. *She moves to take his own drink* You uh..know anything about this Chick?

I frown very deeply... I had hoped deep down that Aiden was wrong, or at least just fucking with me...

'Well, i know of her. Did you uh... Kill her?'

She was really strong, I wanted to, but now..*She shrugs, and lets her eyes dart about* Are we safe here? I mean, fuckin' hell..someone might see me talking to you..

I dont even look up, i just pick up my drink again and shake my head.

'Noones watching us here, speak freely.'

She may not know how i can be sure, and i wont explain it. But my voice is assuring, like i just closed a vault door around us...

She gave me some drug, I've never seen it or tried anything like it before...it's fantastic though, better than all the blow my little body can take...*She looks like any other druggie dreaming of their favorite drug, she snaps back and grins to him* She wants you soooo dead....Well, actually..no she doesn't, she could give a fuck about you...*She trials off and sips his drink*

'Well thats promising. Whats her deal then?...'

I grin at her reminiscing. I know the feeling, though then again, i really dont..

You gotta help me...I'm not ready for you to be killed yet, so we gotta find her kid..yeah that's right, it's all about some snot nosed little bastard...someone kidnapped him and now wants her to kill you...at least that's what I got..I was so high when she was telling me all of this..any way..*She relaxes and leans into him* So..we find the kid..you live a little longer to keep giving me money and blow...and We're all happy, right?

I cant help but laugh.

'Yeah the kid... Ive got a lead on him actually. But if you can get anything else out of her.. like, who wants me dead. That would be... friggen fantastic.'

I let her lean, slouching as best i can and finishing my drink.

'Who is she exactly?.. is she really a threat?..'

*She nods to him* Yeah..she's weird, kinda scares me..and I feel like if I disobey her, something really bad will happen..like right now..*She shudders a bit* I know she's going to find out some how that I met you alone and didn't take you out. *She wraps an arm around his waist and sighs* So you think you might know where this kid is?

'No i dont have a clue. But i know someone who might.' I admit.

The situation really makes no sense. But im not about to try and make sense of a bloodsucker and Karlie.

'Ill see what i can find out about the kid. You think you can give me a heads up if shes ever headed my way with a high powered rifle?..'

I can try...*She moves to brush her lips against his ear lobe* You gunna give me something if I do?