Thinking was Richards strong suit. Or so he liked to believe. Richard had recently gotten news that @Coltrane, his lovely boss, was organizing a raid on Seattle's holding cells as a thank you to the family. The gentleman that he is, Richard decided on getting a gift for Coltrane, to show his appreciation. That only left one question. What would a classy dame like him like for a gift?

  What every dame likes. Some flowers. That, and a few lines of coke, and a shapely ass to snort them off of. Richard already had the fine ass, of course, so the next step was the cocaine. Luckily, he knew just who to call. 

  "Alright @Tenkai, I don't want to hear that shit again, alright? You heard what I want. Are you gonna deliver? Don't make me hug you again.."

  Richard slammed the phone down, hanging up on his friend and possible lover abruptly. Tenkai agreed to leave the cocaine in the spot they agreed on, in exchange for a favour later. Richard smiled to himself at how smoothly this was going. Now all he had to do was pick up a bouquet of flowers from a local shop, and he could meet Coltrane. 

Three hours, and a few lines of cocaine later..

   Richard pointed the barrel of his gun at the the flower store employee's chest, getting visibly angry at his girlish screams, and confusion. 

  "Y-You heard me motherfucker! Take off your clothes, and lay face down on the floor. I-I won't have you getting the drop on me, with some sort of concealed weapon. I know your kind! You-you think a flower store is a good cover, you sick fuck?"

  The rant continued for a good 5 minutes, the owner of the store unable to follow orders due to fear making him freeze up. Of course, the man had no sweet clue what Richard was talking about, but the gun, and the fact that Richard appeared either insane or very high, coupled with the gun aimed at him, made the owner shit his pants. 

  "I don't know what you're talkin' about man, I don't know nothin'!" 

  Richard recoiled from the smell of the mans shit, and decided suddenly that he needed to leave. He grabbed the nearest bouquet and turned to run, tripping on himself and falling backwards through the stores windows. When he opened his eyes again, Richard saw two familiar men aiming guns at him. 

  "Mr. Franco? What are you doing?!? This guy pays us for protection!" 

  "I don't give a shit. T-Tell @Coltrane to meet me in our usual spot, the one with the dumpster, and the floor drain. He'll know what it means." 

  Richard struggled to his feet, and broke into a sprint down the street, leaving a small trail of blood behind him, his face and armed covered in cuts and glass shards. 

The sweet sound of jazz flowed in the room as the bass and drums locked in the groove. Colt sat on his chair, taping to the tempo and sipping on some amaretto. Tonight was going to be nice and relaxing, so he could rest and be ready for the cell raising he had planned with the family. He closed his eyes and let the trumpet melody take him away, until one his men barged into his room.

BOSS! Franco wants to meet you, I think it's important. He mentionned a dumpster and floor drain, not sure what that means... said the bodyguard, sweating. Colt quickly got up and put on a jacket and grabbed his handgun. What the fuck was going on? He hoped it wasn't too bad... He walked out of his room, and knew exactly where his Right Hand man wanted to meet, in his room.

He dashed down the stairs and kicked open Franco's room. He saw his ass giggle as he jumped from the surprise and then tried to conceal something behind his back. What the fuck was he doing?

Yo what's up? Heard you wanted to talk with me?

  "Stay still you sexy little fucker!" 

   Richard was locked in a violent, naked wrestling match with a midget prostitute he hired as part of the surprise for Colt. Franco was attempting to put make up on the little guy, but he was refusing vehemently. The noises of the two swearing and knocking shit over could be heard from outside the building. Richard took one small vial of cocaine from his ass pocket and tried to force the midge to take a hit. 

  "C'mon Snowball, you need to chill the fuck out!"

  At that moment Richard heard his door bust open, and he quickly dropped the midget. He turned and saw his sexy ass crew leader standing in his doorway, confused and clearly checking out his ass. 

  "Hey, boss! Just in time for the surprise! I figured the last thing you'd want before a big event is a boring quiet night, so I arranged some fun for us! Snuggles here, and some cocaine is on the menu. Oh, and these too!"

  Richard ran over to the dumpster and dove inside, rummaging around for a little while before he jumped back out holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a pink tire iron in the other. 

  "Some more gifts! Waddaya say we get this party started?" 

Fuck. Franco had hit his sweet spot. He usually didn't like to party beofre big events, but he couldn't resist the calling of a midget prostitute. He licked his lips and threw his coat and gun on the chair. He immediately snorted three lines of cocaine and the buzz kicked in quickly. He loved cocaine, it was like eating a box full of donuts and overdosing on sugar, but better.

He looked at the midget, and then Franco's ass. This was going to be a good night.