Frankie takes his private jet and fills it with women, booze and drugs. The pilot is taking me there for important business and I could not waste time waiting on a normal plane. I was instructed by the higher ups to go to New York and meet a man that goes by James-Sullivan which he kinda knew from a past event. The event that earned him his nickname in fact. On the way, I snorted a few lines of coke and watched women give me a lapdance. The women were scantly plaid to wearing nothing on this trip. This is the only way Frankie knew how to do anything, he loved the fast life and it loved him back. He finally felt the jet hit the ground and he made his way off it. He then got into a limo outside of the airport parking and he made his way to meet James. But on my way Frankie stopped at the local brothel and went to see it's wares. He was already hypocritical and saying how much his was in ways including better repair/ other things of that nature. Going to there backroom for research and he was pleased to see that was close to how Frankie ran it. He was pleased. He made sure to pull up his pants and put his belt back on as he exited the back room. 

Frankie got in the limo and made my way to his house. He exited the limo and made his way up the steps too his doorstep. I rang the doorbell and straightened up my suit. A few seconds later James opens the door and gives me a huge Italian greeting and lets me in. We begin to talk business and why I was summoned on such short notice. He then began to explain the situation to me. He turns around and grab's a wine bottle from the table and begins to drink it as I listen to him speak. 

I stood there at my door, looking at Frankie who looked as if he had snorted enough coke for a whole party!. I asked him to come inside, as I grabbed a bottle of wine and made a gesture for him to sit at the table with me.

He looked a bit confused, as I started to realize now why he attacked my business by accident. I poured both of us a glass, leaving mine sitting on the table as I stared at Frankie, both concerning and pissed at the same time. Both my arms flush on the table, as I open them slightly gesturing with my hands as if to say what the fuck are you thinking?.

"Still!...still on the drugs?. You know that turns your brain into mush?. If your gonna party stick to boos will ya?."

He sat there for a moment, seemed like he was sobering a bit.

"You know why your here?...Don Capazzo give you any information?. Don't even answer that I know he did!...better question do you remember why Capazzo sent you?."

I stared at Frankie and hoped he snapped out of the high. 

Frankie tried to wrap his head around the job as the cocaine kinda jolted his memory and he forgot for a moment. Then he remembered and answered James. "Now calm the fuck down, I remember. I was here to bring the last car of the deal, the tenth one." Frankie blows the smoke in James direction and gets up. "I will be back in a bit, don't worry about me too much." Frankie goes down the stairs and goes into James garage. He opens it and see's the car in the garage waiting for him. He just needed to deliver the car to the designated location and he can go back to Chicago. Why is he still doing these type of jobs, Frankie thinks in his head. Whatever. He gets in the driver side and closes the door beheind him. He turns on the car and the headlights. He puts the car into drive and moves down the garage and turns a right into the street. He takes the car about five miles and he thens hit a major obstacle. There was a police roadblock at the road he needed to take. "Fuck" Frankie whispers to himself. 

He goes down a side street and tries to find a way around but the cops seem to have the city in a lockdown. "What the fuck! What's going on?" He then see's a bunch of patrol cars go by him and he pulls over to not look suspicious, just a normal civilian here. Not a mobster, promise. Taking a detour that lasted about fifteen minutes as he did not know the streets of New York as well as he needed. He then made his way back to the location and he was let in by a bunch of guys in suits. He got out of the car and threw the keys at the guy who he was supposed to meet. "You know what's going on out there?" He shrugged not knowing as well. I nodded and then went to take a smoke. He then got into another car and went back to see James. He parked his car infront of his house and then got out. He walked back to the front porch and banged on the front door. He was let in and he slumped down into the couch. Annoyed at this whole situation he was doing his nervous and annoyed smoking routine. Both routines were around the same.

"Well this was a waist of my god damn time. Know I have to fly all the way back to Chicago." He then got a fun idea and offered it up to James. "I got a idea and it's a fun thing. Why don't we go down to the local brothel and waist some money on cheap sluts and even cheaper booze. What you say?" Frankie had a slight bit of remorse for taking out the man;s business and thought he could buy a night at the brothel to sort of make up for it.

I listened to Frankie's idea, planting myself on the couch I spoke up.

"Cocaine and hookers?...never been my thing Frank!, but you go ahead. Appreciate the delivery...here!". I pull out a hundred dollar bill for his troubles.

"Should get you one hell of a time!...and hey, no hard feelings about the misunderstanding huh?." I reach out to shake Frankie's hand, trying to bury the hatchet once and for all. 

Frankie is a little bit happy he can just get home. So he easily goes up and shakes James hand. He smiles and then thanks him for the tip for the job. He gets up and then goes out of the house and down to his car. He starts his car and then heads back to his private plane. He makes his way too his private plane and gets back in. He then sits down and completely passes out. 

WHAT A DAY