The Band(Jones Sparrow and Leiley)IC

[Jones Sparrow]

"Ah those are regular interesting guys. What you need is to try and find the interesting that keeps ya guessing.... Knows how to navigate this big bad city and do it with style... He can also be a looker, knows how to play a good song or two..." He shrugged with a fake doubtful face. "Too bad that's rare to come by..." When she asked where to go he thought for a moment. "Well that depends on what you're craving at this very moment." He said, looking at her back.

[Leiley]

"Hmmm, that does sound rather rare." Tilting her head to the side, Molly smirked playfully as she rolled her eyes. "You realise that you just described yourself right? Modest is clearly not one of your talents." With an amused roll of her pretty green eyes, she thought for a moment. "You know what, I feel like some kind of chicken..or maybe even Italian. Oooh, Italian chicken." Waggling her eyebrows in an amusing manner, Molly walked towards him. "What are you craving at this very moment?"

[Jones Sparrow]

"Modesty is one of my talents! when I want it to be..." Ray said with a smile of his own, and when she brought up Italian food, he thought that it was a good idea. He has a few mafia members who owns a very good Italian restaurant. When she asked what he was craving, he raised his eyebrows, looking her up and down. Her green eyes looking at him. "I don't think I can say what i'm craving at the moment.... But Italian food will do." He said with a smile. "I know the perfect place. Won't cost you a penny. The owner owes me a favor anyways."

[Leiley]

"Free Italian food is the best type of Italian food." With a small wink, the blonde wandered alongside Ray. There was something incredibly attractive about his confidence, it made Molly chuckle in amusement more than once. She'd always found him attractive, ever since she started work at the Ace, but she'd pegged him as a playboy. Maybe that wasn't far from the truth, but what did it matter? It wasn't like she was going to marry him, it was just dinner. After her last break up, she really couldn't imagine herself being with anyone else in that way.

"So, did you teach yourself to play all of those instruments?" Her green eyes looked at him curiously. With a small inward sigh, she swooned to herself. He really was rather handsome.

[Jones Sparrow]

Ray walked by Molly, his hands in his pockets. He nodded at her question. "Most of them... But then I got professional help with some friends up in Harlem... See? I can be modest." Ray smiled, looking at her then around the streets. He felt the cold steel of his gun against his breast inside his holster strapped to his chest. He knew these streets, and he knew it was pretty big on crime... But his boys were taking care of making it "safe." He didnt want this pretty thing to get hurt, although she seemed like a woman who could take care of herself... Which he liked alot.

[Leiley]

"I take back my comment, you are clearly the very image of modesty itself." Chuckling, she shot Ray a sideways glance. "I can't play any instruments, I have no musical talent whatsoever." Rolling her eyes at herself, she followed the man into a nice looking restaurant. It was fairly plush looking, with individual booths and red gingham table cloths. She hadn't been before, but she'd walked past it a fair few times. "Now I'm really hungry."

[Jones Sparrow]

Raymond gave a laugh, shrugging. "It's not for everyone... Maybe I can give ya a small lesson some time..." When they entered the restaurant. He was immediately recognized. "Mister Chase! A real pleasure!" A large Italian man made his way to him. "Dino... How's it going?" Raymond asked taking his hat out of respect, shaking his hand. "Very well, thank you..." He glanced over at Molly then back at ray. "She's with me. We were hungry and I told her that you had the best Italian food on this island... And since you owe me a favor..." He trailed off, glancing at him.

"Of course...! Please, this way!" He said with a smile, obviously nervous around Ray. He lead them to a nice little table ready to go. "I'll let you take some time to look at the menu..." The Italian said before leaving them alone.