[u]Somewhere[/u]

"Oi! 'ho's this then?"

Something cold is pressed against a sleeping man's head. It would seem he was napping in a place where he was not welcome? But looking about, broken furniture various bottles litter the floors along with others who seem to being sleeping it off as well. Right the cold sensation. A gun, but the man shows no sign of alarm, and for a moment, yes, he did in fact fall back to sleep. 

"OI! I can't say I 'pprectiate being ignored friend!"

He grasp the man by his shoulder and shakes him before placing the gun once more back against his forehead. The man squints the loud noises and bright lights are aiding in his coming too. 

"Can I help you?"

The drowsy man yawned out. Perhaps he is unaware of the rather precarious situation hes in.

"Yeah, you may! What'chu doing in ma home? Fact' What you doin in mah town?"

The hammer goes back on the pistol as if to add a dramatic flare to the question. 

The man being questions Is Michael Mythos, and though most would be alarmed at their imminent death it sparked a smirk only the morbid curiosity of I wonder if? Mike, for the first time squints at the man 6'4 burly, hairy......Dude should put a shirt on. Right recap, last night some sorta celebration for somebody. His capillaries remind him of the amount of drink consumed as they constrict adding pain to his rather amazing morning? His eyes search for more clues, It would seem to be night? 

"What time is it?"

As the words escape his mouth, the gunmen stares. He can't even be angry, he is in utter disbelief, Without thinking he checks his watch.
"4:45....My pad simulates lunar light."

Michel nods in approval, "Nice, probably why this hangover is just barely agonizing. Can you hand me my shirt? Oh and my jacket....You can keep the belt I don't feel like looking." He stands up with a stretch. The gunman no longer even seems to care, HELL! he even got his belongings for him? Perhaps this is the same as mind control? The gunman looks around at his trashed "pad" and runs a hand through his hair. 
Michael pats him on the back as he straightens his rather smooth looking blue suit jacket. "Your sister is still a crazy minx, ill tell C.B you send you regards." And with that Michael turns and walks out the front door, escaping capture! 

"Wonder if it's a Tuesday. "

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24 hours earlier

Deluna 

Neon lights, and a bass that makes it so you cant even breathe. Bodies move about each one attached a mind who seeks an escape into the moment. Dancing about in tandem with the crowd she counts the 300 the song seems to be on an unnatural interval. She closes her eyes anticipating the drop, ready to really feel the music.

"Beginning retrieval."

Though she danced as if it a choreographed performance from above it was clear she was moving through the crowded floor. Stepping free of the sea she checks the layout once more. The music never leaves her but it does not distract, more it would seem to help keep focus in the madness of shifting lights. Her eyes narrow as she spies a single man rather out of place considering the amount of...coupling, he looks to be bored....How can he not at least take pleasure in the music? Such a strange man, what is he drinking? 

Unbeknownst to her, she had began to near him....Very near.

"Well this is a little bit of a switch." Utters the strange man with a smirk.

She blinks and fights back reacting as the inner voices scream to run flee along with various insults about her immaturity. She coughs into her hand, and turns away trying to act as if she didn't acknowledge his comment.

"Hes not really being negotiable tonight, just a heads up." 

Not one to turn down free advice, but the man just upgraded himself from weird to fascinating. She turns back to him, "What makes you think I planned to do anything with the Mr.Lawson?" She crosses her arms and waits, rather child like in the eagerness to hear his response. But when one tries to conceal themselves, to have been read so fully....

"You don't reek of disgrace, I don't know you from "work" annnnndddd " He laughs standing up. "Well lets not spoil it. We can talk more some other time, laters." 

She hides the disappointment well, but being pulled along and then giving the reward....REWARD....She can't help but at least treat him to the Audible "tch"

"Awwww shes mad."

She visibly winces as she hears the man get his last words in before vanishing out on the dance floor.
How much time had she just wasted?! She had even dulled the sound of the music, its a different beat? Damn it. That never happened back on point. She resumes her route to a man surrounded by ladies at various stages of dress, an illustration of power perchance? He did seem to be bitter as the other man had forewarned. Thankfully the distraction had not made her to far behind schedule as he was on his fifth drink. Stepping up to the man, he leaned back gathering an opinion of her.

"I am here to aquire the funds in which you have owed a Ms.White. I am to understand you will comply?"

He stared at her many would have backed down but unfortunately she viewed him for what he was, a dog. This trash just tried to intimidate her, no matter, the other man was far more interesting. Perhaps a little more flare and this one could pass for peacock? Such childish thoughts, she scolded herself as she returns to the matter at hand. 

"So she sent me a plaything for the night? Ha! Tell Ms.White I decide when and how I pay her, to think she turns to call girls for what I could have turned down in an email."

He chuckles and turns away from her, as if to say he is done with it. She smiles internally as the song in the back ground reaches climax, as if to que her. A step leads into a turn her smooth movement would seem as if ballet right before her leg shoots to the sky , her heel an axe to the table. The bottle that was sat upon it quickly finds the mutts forehead. 

"Yo-YOU BITCH!"

He starts to stand his hand covering his eyes to wipe the blood, but its only a step in her dance! As he raises shes already spinning in the air using the the gap in his vision to leap above him. The man gasp in shock as he feels her thighs go around his neck. At first hes confused is this good thing? The feeling of him being pulled off his feet helped him confirm, this is a very bad situation. The following sharp pain filling his back made him blind to the Monsters movement! 

"I am not a bitch. But I may have fangs." 

The Sound of his kneecap popping was nauseating, The girls about seem to become aware of whats going on. Screaming and scattering like the vermin they are, distracting form the beat. She allows herself to show the disdain for the chaos, followed by stomping the dogs "Paw" with her healed shoe. The sound of her heel hitting the ground, and the mans gasp make the sound of the knee a pleasant pluck of a lyre.

"A-a-ahahaaaalright." his sobbing is so irritating.

She removes her heel from his hand, and motions for him to get moving. Watching with some pity as he squirms away from her. After a few minutes hes limping back with a rather unsightly duffle. No respect for music nor taste in apparel. A dog through and through. She takes it with a smile 

"Ms.White will appreciate your compliance."

Walking out of the building was more an obligation than a desire, but she did stay to the end of the set. As she exited the interesting man was there. His smile follows up with a comment, "You look happy to see me. Already dreaming of me?" She was confused at what he meant till she figured out that a smile was on her face. Her blush almost matches her eyes, but her wit allows for a bite. "Only if my dreams are filled with disappointment." He fires back, "You know the bag is full of disappointment as well?" 
The sound of a record scratching resonates in her brain. SHE DIDN'T CHECK IT. Her eyes widen as she rips it open. It was as he suggested....Papers...Money is something she doesn't really follow. But it was the goal...Its not here, the mission failed, she failed. Its over There is no value to her life. Everything is over. How can she have had such an oversight. 
The feeling of two hands massaging her shoulders jerk her back out of it. 
"You seem tense. Just relax. All things in time, am I right?" 
Before she can respond hes handing her a card.
"I know relations formed over times of intense situations are generally bad. But I must say you are entertaining. You should come by when you have had time to do as I say. Relax Miss Red. 
His smile is both scary and lovely.....As if he would murder her, or propose.....
He walks back inside with a simple. 
"Bye-Bye"