Charlie looked at the girls with a humored grin, a sudden thought had come to him and it was a thought that he had never officially met Gavin Byrne, at least not in a business capacity. It was odd, all his life he had heard of the enforcer to Godfather Mezzo and yet, he had never met the man, perhaps it would be time to change it soon enough. 

"So do we have an accord? Are you ready to well, join me in this venture?"

He asked with a smooth tone before he saw the nods of their heads, to which Isabella had added on her own reasoning. Something that had him smiling internally, although the outside, he continued to show the business mask, not wanting the Buffalo fuckwits to get the wrong idea that they usually would if they had overheard Isabella. 

"Well Isabella, it seems that fate often works in mysterious ways, we're here now and our time, while not in the same branches, do cross paths. This is one of the rare moments, now though? It seems we are to be working together much more, something that I look forward to in the future."

He had flushed an embarrassing red at the compliment, he knew that people often praised him regarding his presence on the ever populating streets, people would congratulate, give him a couple of bucks for keeping them alive with his hustle and never-ending energy. He, of course, was never good at taking compliments and would instead deflect them onto another. 

"Speaking of Gavin, I find that I have truly met the man, something that I can see changing if the two of you are to be involved with this new Casino. You should know that the current estimate of percentage has the main branch of Race Street walking away with the bigger slice of our side in this pie. I do enjoy paying those that have helped me well and you two, well, you did not have to operate with me and yet you did anyway. So for that, I thank you and truly look forward to seeing what kind of mayhem that we can cause."

He finished with a light-hearted grin before he leaned into to whisper towards both of the girls, knowing that this was completely private information that was to be left between them only. He had a secret agenda in using the escorts that were provided by Isabella and Tara.

"One of the personal requirements that I have is that the escorts that you hire under the basis of working at Gomarah, is that they be susceptible to the influence of medicine. If you get my drift and understand where I am going with this, then we will have no problems, there is a bigger and much deadlier plan in play here ladies. I understand if you would not be up for it, but considering who you are, I have no doubt that your hands are as clean as mine..." 

He finished with a deathly quiet tone, wanting no one else to overhear except the three of them and due to the sounds of slots, roulette, and calls by the dealers, no one would be able to hear them. It was something that Charlie was glad for in a rather loud Casino, being able to talk without being found out.

Bella exchanged glances with Tara before speaking to Charlie quietly, "Well, I don't see where that's a problem.  Many workers in that industry do have some habits they pick up... but I guess I'm wondering why you'd want those sort of people?  They tend to bring on liabilities and risks that can hurt your bottom line a great deal - beyond just being a risk to your investment in general.  When your cash comes through the hands of those employees, it's generally better to keep them in good health."

She leaned on the table and tilted her head to the side, "Maybe I'm missing the angle?  Should we go somewhere private so we can speak more freely about these business plans of yours?  I'd hate to shake on something if I don't have a clear picture of the full operation."

"Of course, Benny! Get over 'ere!"

Charlie called over to his second, who came running over and nodded in greeting to the sisters, before arching his eyebrow curiously towards his boss. He knew that the business they were discussing had to be the newest casino that would no doubt effect much more than the world, but perhaps the state of their world in general. 

"What is it, boss? You need more drinks or something?"

Charlie snorted in amusement, knowing that was not going to be the case but he found that Benny and his ever-loyal status was some kind of fate, because of the story of how he found the guy was perhaps one of his more funnier stories. Only he knew that there was no time for old memories and started to talk with Benny regarding how they were going to go to the 13th Floor, wanting to speak in more private terms. To which his second had nodded and from there, he knew that he was to be in charge until his boss came back. 

"So Ladies, shall we go? More privacy and we can discuss without the walls having ears, the 13th Floor is guarded with armed men. Plus it is mainly used for meetings, whenever you are ready, we can go and from there, we can continue this discussion."

He waited, finishing off his third drink, not even feeling that drunk, but still, he knew that he was testing the scales with his drunkenness. He waited with a light-hearted grin, his eyes were a bit dazed, almost like he was high, but perhaps it was an act, either way, he knew that he could not handle his alcohol all that well, considering his problem in the past.

The Buffalo Mobsters had finished playing their game and instead watched the three people opposite them, three people who were very high up in the Race Street Empire. Tara and Isabella Byrne, the other famillies had warned them of the duo, but they were not going to approach. They were watching and could tell that something was going down, something that they wanted to be privy too. Only this was not their territory and they were simply visiting. 

"You see what I'm seeing Anduci? A nice little Race Street pow-wow, I wonder how the famillies would react to that?"

The man referred to as Anduci had looked at his associate with a blank stare, before nodding his head, knowing what he was seeing and could do nothing to stop it. The Tops was Philly turf and that was clear as day, but if they were to get a foot in the door with Charlie and his ever-growing operations, they would need to watch those closest to him. So, they kept their eyes on the three, making sure that they looked like they were having their own conversation. 

"Of course I do, but what can we do? Nothing, they know that! Lest we start a war inside a Casino and where the Police Chiefs are under their control. It's clear who has the control here, which is why we need that Casino up and running in Chicago. I don't want to work with Gino anymore than you do, for now? Keep calm and watch them, we'll get something soon."

Tara smiled at Charlie__Pavanno. 

"Perhaps it would be a good idea to speak more privately. Perhaps your office? Isabella, you can say what's on your mind more openly there, I'm sure."

Charlie, taking that as acceptance had motioned for them to follow him, to which they did and they ended up heading down to the more quieter part of the casino, where the Elevators were located. He kept walking ahead, noticing that some of the Buffalo Associates looked at him with small smiles, that had him on edge, but he paid it no attention, knowing that they would not dare cause a ruckus here and therefore cause a nice little separation that Charlie found himself in

He pushed the button down on the elevator, hearing as it creaked open and he placed a finger in his ear, before motioning GavinandTaraByrne to enter, along with Isabella-Luciano. As they entered, he entered after them and pressed the button up, until they reached the 13th Floor and guided them to his private office, he motioned for them to take a seat on the leather couch, as he sat on the edge of the desk. 

"Please do take a seat and ask the questions, I am an open book with my partners in my ventures."

"So you want to have your whores addicted to drugs?"  She asked moving over to take a seat. 

"Drug addicts are risky.  Worse they have a habit of ending up dead and spreading disease.  What's the angle?  And what's this about 'a bigger and much deadlier plan in play here'..."

She folded her hands into her lap and looked at Charlie, her head tilted to the side slightly, "Bigger and deadlier sounds like a lot more risk - I presume whatever it is has a very large payoff?  Well... I want to know more so, what gives?"  She smiled.  "What do you have up your sleeve, Charlie?"

"I have many things up my sleeve Isabella, but this? Well, this is only the opening act in a play that shall destroy the Buffalo fuckers. As you know, they will control 50% of the Casino. I want that 50% for ourselves, you may call me greedy or getting big for my oxfords. They came here, they sought the alliance, not us. They need us, we don't need them."

Charlie spoke in an oddly cold tone, the jovial tone that he used to mask his true intentions when down in the Casino was gone, his true face, his face of business was in its place. His eyes pierced into that of Isabella and Gavin, wanting to make sure that they understood he was serious. He wanted the Casino for Race Street and he would do it by any means necessary, but whores? Well, they were the way to any man or woman. 

"The plan involves using whores because they need to take the edge off and so, we supply them with free drugs. Cocaine preferably, when they want more, we charge them a fee. As they pay, we will take a cut from their earnings and keep them under our control, therefore, they are docile and manageable."

He looked at each of them, watching their reactions, knowing that they had not seen such a side of him before. Yet, with the Buffalo Mobsters, it called for such a moment. It called for ruthlessness and cunning, he was ready to use both in whatever way possible that would grant him the win. 

"That is just one of the ideas, I have other plans, but tell me, do you despise me because of this? The plan is to use the whores as information, what they gather when some of the Buffalo Mobsters visit them will be used against them and we can then make moves to take over the Casino. It's a plan in process, one that I hope you come on board with."

Tara looked skeptically at Charlie.

"I've done worse than give drugs to whores, but in my experience it's a bad habit to get into. Not a moral argument- a business one. First off, coked up employees may be "docile" and "manageable" in some senses. But when it comes to gathering information? You really want fucked up prostitutes handling your spy-craft? I'd argue that you'd be better served by interviewing and selecting a handful of women who have brains to go with their... other assets. Train them well: how to gather info, how to turn someone, how to use someone. Pay them well."

She shrugged.

"You'll run your own business, Charlie. This is a conversation between us, not any sort of directive. Just consider it, eh? A team of well paid, well trained escorts would be an investment... one that could pay off here and down the road."

"Drugs... can complicate things. Get some woman in her early twenties hooked and all of a sudden her parents will be barking up every police station and FBN office they can find. And if you're just taking women off the streets... well, maybe less effective... and you still don't earn goodwill with our community by controlling people with drugs. We're not heroes. We're not good people. We're just... business people. No more good or evil than the government. And the more people can look at us like that, the more likely the public is to support us. A small tip there, a heads up about something else... or a witness who just happened to be looking in the other direction..."

Tara paused suddenly.

"Sorry for monologuing. Like I said, just an idea. Think it over, huh? I think there are occasions to be draconian; this doesn't seem like one of them. Assuming Isabella and I are both involved in a way we're comfortable, I think we could assist with your casino efforts here."

Curious, Tara looked over to Isabella-Luciano.

Bella nodded as Tara spoke, echoing her own thoughts.  

"I don't judge you for the tactic, Charlie.  If I did I'd lose a lot of business partners in this thing of ours.  Some guys do like watching people suffer for the shits and grins of it... and more than a few of them rise high in the ranks, but I never figured you to be that sort.  Your logic may not be my own, but your reasons for using a heavy hand are better than some."

She hated thinking about it, but her father had been one of those men and sometimes... she could be the sort herself, at least, she use to be.  Motherhood had tempered a lot of her more blood-thirsty desires. 

"If the girls were owned by the Buffalo guys and were already addicts... and you were using the product to get their loyalty, I could see the point.  But coke whores, for lack of a better term, have a short shelf-life.  We had a few girls like that in the red light district under my dad, they were shining stars in the sky of Detroit's entertainment industry, but they burnt out fast and once their time was done - there was no coming back from where their lifestyle lead them.  Worst of all is when enough of them die, coppers start to notice.  All that to say nothing of how addiction compromises loyalty... most would turn on us for another chance to get high."

She shrugged.  

"Tara said it best, this is just advice.  Take it, or don't, I'm just throwing out some things you might not have thought of before now."  she smiled, "Of course, if you'd like any help taking care of the Buffalo problem it's possible we could offer some advice or assistance in that area as well."

Charlie listened, hearing two of the Hands to Godfather Jack Mezzo talk to him about a scheme that even he was not certain on, he knew the risks and even calculated what could happen. His eyes narrowing before a smirk twitched at his lips, it was clear that some of the words had somewhat been clear to him. Only how else was he going to deal with the fucks that wanted to come here and screw him over, did they understand what this meant? He was either going to war with these bastards or he would be the one that was six-feet under. 

"Listen, I understand the business is risky and even has holes in it, the whores could and can be easily manipulated by the Buffalo Mobsters, who could offer their own drugs. There are also other factors, I understand that this is why this is a partnership. I am not the best well-versed in the escort business, as you know, I handle the Casino aspect better than most and that is my forte, so to speak. There is a reason I came to you, Isabella, and you, Tara, regarding the escorts."

He sighed, relaxing a little and remove his sports jacket, before rolling up the sleeves of his black business shirt, not caring for the scars that were on view, he had long since gotten over that business, knowing that his father was no longer a threat to him. He walked to his liquor cabinet and getting the bottle of bourbon with some ice cubes, he poured a glass, placing the ice cubes in after, letting it sit for a while. 

"Heh, I am to be judged, Isabella? There are worse people, who look at what I would have done like it's a kiddie pool. Nothing is set in stone yet, I am looking for better ways to exploit the desires of these Buffalo Mobsters, divide and conquer is the name of this strategy. it's not a simple calling of a couple goons and having them damage a few fronts. No, this is a piece by piece process."

He picked up his chilled glass of Bourbon and took a small sip, before placing it back down and looking to the both of them, his jovial smile back in place like the mask it was. Clearly, he was making sure that they did not see the business that was underneath it all. 

"You suggested a team of well paid and highly-trained escorts? That would work, but how can I be sure that they remain loyal? Are these from your personal list? Have they worked for you before? I am simply checking and making sure that they will not be influenced by our other business partners."

He stated with a calm smile, before leaning forward, his eyes blank, but the smile remained on his face. Clearly, he was thinking about something. 

"As for dealing with our Buffalo Problem, this is the first step, you two are my only business partners on this matter. So your words do hold merit and you do have a say in what you control in this casino, after all, why else would I invite you here? Business comes first, and your investment with this Casino is business. Do not feel obligated to agree with me Ladies, I welcome all suggestions."

He looked towards Isabella-Luciano and GavinandTaraByrne with his ever jovial facade on his face, before it cracked a little and a smirk twitched at his lips, waiting to hear their answers and wanting to know what else they had to say regarding this newest venture that they had an investment

Tara smiled as she listened to Charlie speak.

"You earn loyalty by treating them well- by providing them with more safety, security, and luxury than they could hope to gain elsewhere. I have several candidates in mind, if you'd allow Isabella and me to assemble a team for you. Perhaps a half dozen? There was an escort service in Vegas that has fallen into disrepair lately; they've worked with my brother in the past. Perhaps I could entice some of them to make a move across the country."

Bella's eyes widened only ever so slightly at the mention of some women who use to 'work with' Gavin.  

With Gavin or WITH Gavin?

Bella took a drink and reminded herself not to become territorial.  With was not the word to focus on... 'in the past' was.  Gavin was not in the habit of visiting whores these days.  The only woman pulling their claws down Gavin Byrne's back was her, and she damn well knew it. 

As Tara finished talking, Bella nodded in agreement, "I have some girls here in Detroit who I still keep around for entertaining VIPs who visit The Blackhawk.  They're pretty used to the idea of collecting pillow talk for my benefit.  And I know they'd enjoy the excitement of a casino.  Between Tara and I, I'm sure we can find some ladies with the skills you're seeking and train any others we might find merit in who haven't yet mastered the finer arts of the trade.  Whores have long been some of the most useful spies - men tend to spill their secrets quiet willingly after having a good time and these ladies know their business.  If you think this is the direction to go, I have no reason to debate you on the matter.  You know these assholes - I don't."

"Heh, so we have an accord? You guys will find the escorts, train 'em and make sure they are ready to gather information, once they collect enough, we can then begin moving on our friends. It has been a wonderful time talking with Ladies, please do stop by again, as always, you'll dig us, we're the tops!"

He grinned, he escorted them back down to the Casino level and watching as the eyes of the Buffalo Mob was placed unto them, either way, Charlie guided them out of the Casino, making sure that his guys stayed on them until they were a safe distance away and no Buffalo fuckers would lay a hand on his business partners. 

He turned his eyes back onto the Casino, before nodding to Benny, telling him to handle the floor, while he went back to the Aces Theater, wanting to hear the voice of Tommy Torino. One of the main acts at The Tops.

Charlie, Isabella.. some familiar names mother had mentioned in a letter to me. She had not known Chuck long though, but Isabella, always would be family from other parents, besides, in Italy, land of pasta! I blinked some trying to bring myself back to was I in Vegas or Det....maybe it would be a new place called Degas or something....I figured I would waltz in and see what the fuss was , and maybe see these guys  that were mentioned, that I did not think I had met before. If I did, I didnt remember. I don't know how I would find these guy either, I was not sure I would know what they looked like...though I have been told I could be my mothers twin, so I imagine Isabella would know me right away probably..or think think I was Jewel dead girl risen from the grave. I looked for someone who looked like they might be the boss types...

Charlie had been enjoying the acts that the Aces Theater had to offer, his eyes holding a small amount of hoy at the acts. Knowing that these people worked for him and enjoyed working here, it was a joy to know that as well. He leaned forward, taking a glass of water and sipping it, only then, his Right-Hand, Benny, had informed him that someone of high profile had entered the Casino, clearly, he seemed to be shaken up. He sighed, standing up and walking out to the Casino floor. 

He watched the gamblers with a small smile, knowing that some of them actually did win a lot of cash. Only then they would gamble it later and simply add to his income, it was an odd process, but one that he found made him a lot of cash. He took slow steps down to the Casino, knowing that Benny had to have been spoked about something, he looked to benny with a face of 'what am I looking at?'

Benny pointed to the woman and Charlie's eyes had gone wide, not believing what he was seeing. He stepped towards Sapphire and whispered lowly, knowing that she would hear him possibly. 

"Jewel?"

Hanging up the phone with a soft thud, she sighed tiredly as she walked over to the hotel window.  The Detroit Statler Hotel had a beautiful view of the area.  It was located at 1539 Washington Boulevard, and across the street was the Grand Circus Park.  This time of the year the leaves were falling, and the color scheme was a beautiful mixture.  The park was located in between the David Whitney Building and the Hotel Tuller. Another view from the hotel would fall directly on Park Avenue; however, her window faced the park.

"Thom make sure the car is here in an hour.  I want to head back to the casino."

Nikita turned from the window then headed back to the desk, picked up the pen was busied herself to finish writing down the last bit of notes from the phone calls she made earlier regarding her new business back in Philly.  She had got in touch with Michael and Seymour to get the ground work rolling for the supplies.  Her eyes were focused on the paper, so she missed the slightly arched eyebrow raised in curiosity at yet another trip to the casino in the space of a few hours.

"Another tour ma'am?"

She glanced up from the paperwork then as she leaned back into the chair, resting her hands atop the table.  Nikita smiled at her long term employee, which only caused that eyebrow to arch even further.

"Actually no.  Itachi_Uchiha was planning on accompanying me to the theater, since there is a performance of Hamlet thihs evening.  Then perhaps we would enjoy dinner at the casino restaurant.  Just gotta steer him away from the casino, so he doesn't go broke."

Nikita chuckled softly at her last comment, knowing every bit of it was true.  Something she had come to discover about the enigma of a man who had become more than an acquaintance of late, and even more than just a business partner.  The pair also had recently became active in roles to assist their new bossman, Charlie__Pavanno, the owner of the casino they would be attending tonight.

In between the afternoon tour of the casino, Nikita had did a spur of the moment quick shopping trip for a new dress.  She tucked away the papers into the briefcase then set about getting ready for the evening out.  The mint green evening dress she had purchased today was hanging in the hotel closet.  A short time later after a relaxing shower, Nikita retrieved the dress, the mint green matching stilettos and the black fur wrap, placed all the items on the bed before proceeding to get dressed.  Leaving the wrap still laying across the foot of the bed, Nikita checked herself in the mirror while doing a slight turn twirl.

The mint green sleeveless dress had spaghetti straps, and a vee neckline.  The soft material clung to her curves then flowed to her ankles.  The lace design across the bodice of the dress trailing downward into a diamond shaped pattern, the skirt of the dress with a zigzag lace design all around front to back.  Once her hair was deemed presentable, Nikita fetched the wrap and a black rhinestone clutch then headed down to the lobby, Thom by her side.

Once she arrived at the casino a short time later, Nikita chose to wait at the bar for Itachi's arrival.  She was after all a good bit early since she was really looking forward to the evening ahead.

Itachi pulled up with his security entourage at the casino and restaurant in Detroit in two cars. He was in the first car with another care full of bodyguards trailing behind his. The place they were going to was owned by his boss so he wasn't too worried about confrontations taking place there but it never hurt to be careful. The two black cars pulled to a halt directly in front of the building. All the people lined up outside turned to look at the cars in interest of seeing who got out. This was all by design. Itachi wanted to make as much noise and be flashy as possible to get noticed and seen here. Since he had risen farther he went out of his way to make a higher profile for himself so he'd be noticed. It would make it harder to accuse him of crimes directly or the organization of them if he always was seen somewhere and had an alibi ready at all times.

Once the cars were stopped. The security in the second car all exited their vehicles and two of the guards moved toward the back seat door while the other two moved directly to the entrance. Itachi stepped out of the car wearing a white suit that he had worn specifically for tonight with a black undershirt and bright red tie. He also wore sunglasses even though it was night time. He looked at all the people on the sidewalk all gawking and trying to figure out exactly who he was. This was good because he'd have many witnesses who would remember seeing him here tonight. It also helped that he knew very well how to disappear at a moment's notice.

Itachi gave a nod to one of his security team once he was out of the car. The nod was given to Katsumi, his head of security, who turned and nodded at the two other guards by the car. Once she did, the other two ran off and linked up with the rest of his detail waiting by the door. Then, all but one of them went inside. Itachi then approached the front door, completely ignoring all of the people waiting and watching him. He approached the doorman and took off his glasses, he then reached into his pocket and pulled out one hundred dollars and handed it to the doorman.

"Itachi Uchiha, my name should be on some list somewhere." Itachi said in his normal tone.

The man realized who he was at once. He reached out to take and pocket the money quickly the rushed to open the door for him. Itachi gave the man a polite nod, while Katsumi just stared at him before writing him off as a non threat and completely ignoring his existence.

As soon as he entered one of his security who had already entered the building to asses the level of threats or if there was anyone inside of note, not to mention where the person he was looking for was.

"Nikita-san is at the bar seemingly awaiting you're arrival aniki." The guard informed him.

Itachi nodded at the information. He quickly made his way to the bar, noticing the looks he was getting here and there. He was called here by Nikita as they went to Detroit on a trip to scout out some locations for things in the future. They decided to have a night of fun before heading home and Nikita chose the place and the location. Lucky enough, it happened to be a place their boss operated whenever he was in the city of Detroit as well so he'd be killing two birds with one stone by paying this place a visit.

He got to the bar in a short amount of time and quickly spotted Nikita sitting there waiting with her green dress on. He approached her as soon as he saw her giving a hidden signal to Katsumi who knew to give him space but to continue to keep watch over him from afar along with the rest of his security.

"Hello there Nikita-san. I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long." He greeted.

Still having barely touched the glass of wine, Nikita continued to lightly clasp her fingers around the glass stem.  One finger tapped softly as she kept a glance around the bar.  She had removed the black fur wrap from her shoulders since the temperature inside was quite comfortable.  Shekept the clutch in sight, but placed it atop the bar counter then crossed her legs as she shifted slightly in her seat to gain a better view of the door.  Not one to show eagerness for someone's arrival, the thought crossed her mind of how she first felt regarding Itachi, and a smile grew.

Always like two caged tigers ready to pounce on each other would be an accurate description of their initial relationship.  Over time though, the ice had broken, even thawed to the point Nikita looked forward to working with Itachi on various assignments.  Over time those assignments turn into a partnership, and closely working alongside each other.  If she was completely honest here, Nikita knew she had come to depend on Itachi moreso than she had anyone else she worked with daily. 

The moment she heard his voice calling her name, a smile formed as she turned around. The motion was stopped as she took in his dashing appearance. The white suit, black shit and red tie....what a combination.  This man was handsome, there was no denying that.  Nikita's smile faltered as she felt slightly foolish for just gawking at the man longer than intended.  She stood up quickly, placing her stilettos on the floor, but bracing a hand on the bar top.  

"Good evening there Itachi.  Nah I've not been here too long.  Join me for a drink?"

As he approached closer to take a seat, Nikita reclaimed her own seat once more.  She wasn't entirely sure if Itachi would even drink alcohol, so she merely toyed with her wine glass, taking a small sip before speaking again.

"The show begins in about thirty minutes.  There is another performance later, so I was wondering if you wanted to watch the show first, or have dinner then the show."

Her brown eyes gazed back at her companion, with an eagerness to hear his choice for the evening.

Itachi could see that Nikita was warring with emotions on her face. Her face looked like she was trying to hold back a smile for some reason. It was interesting because he could remember how she could barely stand to be around him when they first met and the longer and more they went on missions together she eventually warmed up to him. Itachi himself never had any problem with Nikita and he didn't pay her animosity any mind. He'd worked with people who didn't get along well with him before or felt even worse feelings toward him.

Besides despite the feelings of tension, he could always tell there were no true feelings of ill will toward him after all. Maybe a little friction and the beginnings of a rivalry but it dissipated before it could fully form, as they began to get along with each other. Plus, even though he would never admit it, Itachi enjoyed wearing her down. It was interesting to see how they interacted now if you knew how they were when they had first met. It was understandable though, given that they had gone through a whole lot together.

Itachi had mulled over what she asked. He decided to join her for a glass of wine. He didn't use to drink but stresses of the job and life itself caused him to change his ways. He didn't fully become a drunk or anything like that, and he stayed away from hard liquor but he enjoyed a glass of wine regularly or a cup of sake.

He took his glass and drunk it slowly savoring the flavor. He looked into the eyes of the woman next to him. She was interesting in the fact that he challenged him and wasn't overly interested in him, well if she was she didn't outwardly show it. Itachi would be lying to himself if he said he wasn't drawn to her a bit, but he cautioned himself remembering what happened to people who got too close to him.

He was shaken from his own inner thoughts once he remembered she had offered asked him how they should go about their night. He thought about the options she put forth before responding.

"How about we go and watch the show first and then head to a late dinner before turning in for the night?" He offered.