START- Lothian breathed in the cool night air from atop welfare building in the downtown district of the city. he stood with one foot on the small wall that stood between him and the the eight-story drop. this section of street is dead this time of night. Lothian pushed himself up and stepped off. in an instant he was walking on the pavement below. he shoved a hand in his pocket and pulled out a crisp $100 bill. "Now where can I get a drink around here" he thought to himself as he put the money back in his pocket. he saw some people laughing and acting like fools cut across his path a couple hundred feet away coming from a cross road. he made his way down to where they had been and he heard music so started off in that direction.