Things Aint Like They Used To Be (Open)

[Eric Black]

"Seven seas..." Black muttered to the bartender as he sat down at a stool. The truth was, Eric Black looked like a fish out of water in this kind of club. It was too nice, and the music too rich. He belonged in a more seedy establishment, and most would be able to tell by looking at him. It wasn't that Black didn't dress eloquently enough, but rather you could see it in his face.

The drink was placed in front of the lieutenant's face, and Black simply nodded in acknowledgment before dishing out the cash owed. He took a large swig of the drink and closed his eyes, fighting off the urge to cough and recoil from the potent taste. Seven Seas...Seven different kinds of alcohol all mixed into a green concoction. It was the drink one took if they wanted to get fucked up real quick...or needed some urgent liquid courage...

The off duty police officer glanced around the club, taking in the music and beautiful women. Off duty...What a joke. When you play both sides and the mafia is involved, your life becomes dedicated to sink or swim. There's no break. No retirement. It was all messed up, spiraling down and down and down. Black wasn't about to care though. He wanted to see how far down this spiral went.

[Nico Juliano]

Nico leaned forward in his chair and looked trough the monitors. People dancing and drinking, same thing as every night. The rich kids came to spend their parents money. Nothing seemed to be different than other nights. "Jackson, could you please wake up the mister in table 10" he said and pushed the earpiece he had in his ear. He looked at the monitors and saw how Jackson walked to the man sleeping in the table. "Just throw him out" Nico said. Always the same thing, some one drinks too much and then they pass out. Nicos eyes locked on one man on the counter. "Hows that guy on the east barcounter?" Nico asked. "No idea sir, do you want me to take care of him?" Andrews voice said. "No, no send some of the girls to find out who he is" Nico said and leaned back.

[Eric Black]

He leaned back on the stool, looking up at the ceiling as he downed the end of his drink. The warmth spread through his body, on an empty stomach, and suddenly he was a little more at ease.
"Another..." he muttered, tapping the bar with his fingertips.

The drink came to him, and Black paid again. He was feeling much better. Luckily the morphine wasn't a strong dose or he'd be in the hospital by now. That wouldn't be good at all, considering the report that'd be nailed on him.

The cop took a sip of his drink and checked his cellphone. No messages. Thank god. At least for the moment, he was free. No one asking favours or giving tips. Things were even. He could enjoy a little night, and maybe even get some action. Things had definitely been lacking in that department for a while, with all the business that he had to deal with first. The work never ended. It was a goddamn post office in his head.

[rosalinasolo]

Rosalina was motion to talk to this man. She nods her head. She walks over to him wearing a black mini dress and heels. She looked simply stunning. She grab two drinks of a tray and walked over to Eric. She sits across from him with a gorgeous smile. She puts the drink in front of him and say "Hey there handsome..." She waits for him to say something till then she used her looks to get his attention a bit.

[Nico Juliano]

Nico watched closely at the monitors. It seemed that Rosalina had taken up the task. She looked stunning and beautyfull as ever. Hopefully she knows what she was doing. He only wanted to find out who this new guy was as he didn't want anu troublemakers in the club.