[b]Crown City - after dark[/b]

The streets were nearly empty. All decent folk went inside after dark in Crown City. Decent folk being the operative words.
There were many very indecent folks that came out and wandered about after dark. Most, if not all, belonged to one of two gangs:

The Fallen Angels, a motorcycle gang of convicts led by an old but still highly dangerous man.
The Swindlers, a gang of thieves led by a young but smart man.

So far the two gangs have had no trouble with each other, staying out of each other's way mostly. But that could change at any time....

[b]Maria - Apartment[/b]

She drew a drag on the cigarette in her hand and blew the smoke out. Rolling her head, she felt her neck crack. God what a hangover.
It was Tony's fault. If he hadn't pissed her off about...
What the hell had he pissed her off about again?
Was it bad that she couldn't remember?

Getting up, she threw on a pair of jeans and her black tank top. Crushing the cigarette, she stepped around the mess that was her apartment and grabbed her leather jacket while heading out the door.
It was already dark out. Shit. That meant she was late. That meant she was in for a lecture from either Harry or Isabel.
It was damn Tony's fault.

Coming up to the outside of the bar, The Florence, a car went by with some young college guys in it. They catcalled her and she snapped at them. "[i]Pon las lenguas de vuelta en sus bocas pendejos![/i]" she shouted, giving them the finger. "[i]Tu madre es una puta![/i]"
She was already starting with the Spanish. It was going to be a loooooong night.
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[b]Danielle - Tommie's[/b]

Danielle came running down the stairs, tying a small apron around her waist. It was opening time for the bar and that meant The Swindlers would be arriving soon.
The young girl, who claimed to be 19 but anyone smart knew differently, lived and worked above the bar so this place was like her home. Well, at least the best one she had ever had.
Ever vigilant and organized, Danielle went around making a list of everything. When she was working, every single peanut was accounted for. They didn't have a very wide menu, mostly drinks, but what they did have she kept track of and made well. She wasn't the best cook in world, but she could whip up some mean BLT's if called upon to do so. She had learned as she went about the various drinks and how to make them, but had never tried any herself. One because they didn't smell good to her and two because Thomas would turn her over his knee if he caught her drinking.

She had just finished setting up the clean glasses when the door opened.