Its dark.  Very dark.   "Where am I?... "

I struggle to open my eyes but can see a dime sized light coming from in front of me, close to my feet. "wait, where are my shoes?" I think to myself as I realize I smell something rotting. As I finally get my eyes open I try looking around, steel, cold hard steel walls.  "Where am I?" I panic.  The stench starts to grow worse, I push my back against the cold steel wall and that's when I think I made eye contact. 

It was a dead rat.   The smell started to get worse as I realised where I was.  I immediately jump to my feet smashing my head against the top of the Dumpster.  "Thankfully it was only a plastic lid" I thought to myself.  But wait, it's not opening, I force my hands upward towards the sky and make contact with the flimsy lid.  "It's locked" I blurted out.  but easily bent, I wedge my back up against it and push with my feet getting it open just slightly to see what was going on, more light I realise someone has it chained locked and I cant reach the lock itself.  

"WHACK" 

I fall backwards towards the rotting dead rat and smash my head against the cold steel wall that was the garbage dumpster.  empty with a dead rat locked in here I passed out. 

  I was still drunk.  I woke up 7 minutes later and tried to get back up.   I wasn't having a good day and I was pissed off.  With complete memory loss and no recollection of how I got here, I force my way out the bent crack I made in the flimsy plastic lid that was strapped down with a rusted chain and lock with the key broken inside.    It seemed to me that someone did this intentionally. 

" I smell like piss, and I need a shower. " 

As I start to walk down the ally way where the garbage can was, the sun shining in my face, I notice someone walking towards me.  "Hey fella, you know where I can get a shower? I woke up half drunk and cant find my house keys"  Hoping the guy don't try to do anything to me I offer him a shot of whisky I found in my pocket half full, leaking from the top. He takes it, examines the bottle, and reads the label  a few times.   After giving it a quick smell, he takes a swig.   

"Cheech Good stuff, if you head east you'll find this fancy little laundry matt that has a few showers.  You can even rent a small room by the hour if you wanna visit a girl, if you know what I mean, rates are cheap but you'll expect to get what you pay for, baggers can't be choosers I suppose."  

The man took another swig while looking directly in my eyes, gave me back my bottle and walked away without ever saying another word. 
"What a creep"  I thought to myself as I started to walk west completely avoiding the place that man told me to go.  I start to remember the night before.  "Hookers and coke"  I thought to myself.  "Damnit, Why do I keep doing this to myself? I need to change.  But if only I could catch a break"  and then there it was The LA Coffee house.  I walked in with the taste of coke on my tongue.
(You can find the RP store inside the coffee shop) 

Leaving the coffee shop in disgust I start to walk in the same direction.  A head ache and blood stained pants, I head towards the sun set.  thinking to my self "I am going to become someone important one day" as I find this cozy little park with a tube slide to keep me dry in case it rains tonight "But for now, I need to get some rest and this slide looks warm right now."   As I lay down and use my jacket as a pillow, I think of finding a job tomorrow.      I finish the rest of the whisky and toss the bottle over my head.  I hear it smash on the cement as it makes contact.  "Crap I hope there's no kids around."   I close my eye's and pass out.   

Tomorrow awaits my presents. 

After walking up on a children's tube slide, Cookie started to make his way down the road.   With that terrible taste of stale coffee still left in his mouth from that LA Coffee house, he was on a mission to finds something better to drink... 

"Club Soul - Tinseltown Jazz"  I read on the sign as I approached the door.  Greeted by the host, I was given a strange look and escorted to a table. ( you can find this interaction https://mafiareturns.com/comm/thread/1722834/page2) 

After rushing out the door of the Sammy's Jaz spot, Cookie starts to remember who he was with the night before "Sally" He thought to himself.  Sally is the chick he got messed up with when he was just a young street thug.  She would do him favors for cash, if you catch my drift.   Sally was a piacular type, always on edge like someone was out to get her, but no one would ever harm her because shes got 2 huge brothers who own the local gym in town and these guys don't play around.   She has long brown hair with matching eyes.   Could always hold a long gaze, looking deep into your soul, then would spaz out from the dope like she was the grim reaper.   Always dressed like a hooker so you could spot her easily in a crowd.  She normally has her nails done nice with some kind of crazy design the Asian lady down the block paints by hand. Cookie remembers well because be fell victim to them before when she decided to go on one of her episodes. 
 

"I wonder where she is, shes probably the last one to see me the other day, maybe I should check Hollywood out, she'll probably be out turning tricks tonight" Cookie Thought to himself.

Cookie set out to find his car.   He drove a shitty beater but it got him from A to B.   He never had to worry about fender benders because the thing was trash anyways he could always getaway with coming a little to close when backing up into a tight space. Cookie didn't care about shit like that, couldn't faze the dude.  Hes a rough neck, tough as nails and ready to fight anyone who rubs him the wrong way.  He stands 5"11 an Irish brute.  Raised on whisky and bare knuckle boxing.  He was from the Bronx but moved to LA when he joined up with Sammy Soul and his family.  Hes hard headed and can get heated sometimes but has a soft spot only his closest friends know about.  The man hold's close to his beliefs as its gotten him though life thus far not wronging anyone who didn't already have it coming.   Loyal and honourable, Cookie finds solace in protecting whats his.   - 

After a 10 minute walk through a few ally ways tat stank like dead sewage and a neighbourhood even he wouldn't live in, he found his car.   He had this gps locater in his trunk he stashed in case anyone tried to steal it all he had to do was download the app on his phone to find it, good thing it still had some battery life left.    

"Finally!" Cookie shouted to himself  while opening the drivers side door of his shit-box mobile. "I got just enough gas to make it to that station down the road where I came from."   Cookie affirmed.  

After reaching the gas station Cookie filled up his cars tank with regular gas and headed into pay the clerk, and buy one of those mint chocolate bars.  He wasn't much a fan of mint but he liked how it cooled down your tongue when the chocolate melted.  He walked into the little shop, it smelled like gas and piss at the same time, and the floor was dusty on the base boards like it hasn't been maintained in years. There was a small bar fridge that help cold pop in glass bottles, but it was hard to see into it because the foggy glass on the outside of the door.   Cookie decided against buying anything in there as it would probably poison him as its been in there for ever it seemed, looking up at the clerk, a burly old man with a hunched back that he looked like hes been bent over the counter for the last 5 years in the same position wore a dark sleeved shirt with a mustard stain who greasy hair and pimples on his noes, with hair that looked as think a whiskers coming out of his ears. 

 "$5 on the shit box out side and ill take this um.. nvm just the gas please " - Cookie said with a harsh tone and threw the change on the table.  

As Cookie was about to leave he noticed two men standing near his car outside, as he bust through the door to investigate the issue, he didn't realize who they were "Shit cops" - she thought to himself  "Hey what do you guys want with my car" He snarked 

"Oh this is your car? We are going to need you to come to the station for questioning"  - <font color="#333333">The officer said to cookie as he</font> grabbed<font color="#333333"> him by the wrist and placing him in cuffs.</font>

<font color="#333333">Cookie</font> hesitated<font color="#333333"> but then eventually went with the officers. </font>

During Cookies car ride down to the station with the police officers Cookie was wondering what the they wanted with him and his car, did he do something illegal he cant remember when he was drugged? Why did he wake up in the dumpster with the locked chain? It was all a blur to him now, but he was soon to find out exactly what happened.

"Lets go" said the officer as he opened the back door and grabbed Cookie by the arm to pull him out of the car. "We need to get you processed, the detectives are waiting for you." The officer said with a mean tone.

Cookie, confused asked "What do the detectives want with me?" 

"Don't play stupid with us, we know you did it." - said the officer as he radio'd in for the door to be unlocked.  

BUZZ... Cookie hears the sound of the electronic door unlocking as the officers escort him through the door into a hall where they walked straight down and made a sharp left, continuing straight they came to another door where the Officer radio'd in again and the same thing happened.   They again walked down a few more hallways until they reached the main reception desk where the Sergeant was overseeing the operations of the present. 

Cookie, again being even more distraught from all the turns and doors he went through (A technical tactic by the police to make it harder for criminal scum like Cookie here, to escape) Looks at the Sargent with the long sleeve shirt, tie and 3 v looking stripes on his arm and quietly asks "Why am I here?" 

"We will get to that soon, lets get these cuffs off you and figure out why you are here" Said the Sergeant, as he waived to the officer to uncuff Cookie.    

"Can I make a phone call" Cookie mumbles as he gets his wrists free from the cold steel that was causing him minor pain.

"Shut up and come with me" Said some random man in a suit who came from around the corner.  The man was tall and burly with thinning brown hair, looked to be about mid to late 40's he wore a grey suit, with a black tie, simple but effective.  He had a gold watch on his left wrist, so hes probably right handed cookie Thought. His badge stood out when he moved his jacket over to the side, hanging on his left hit just at his waist, gold and shinny.  Black dress shoes, nothing too fancy but you know he was a cop. When he spoke he had a gargle to his voice, like he needed to cough all the time, his voice was deep and authoritative.  

Cookie started to walk towards the room where the man pointed and looked up at the label above the door.
"Interview Room 1" Cookie said to himself as the Man opened the door and advised him to sit on the chair.
Cookie sat down in the chair Wondering why he was here being questioned by this man.

 "I have some questions for you, I'm detective Matthews, Where were you on the night of November 15th?" asked Det. Matthews

"I don't talk to cops" - bursts out Cookie with a snarling grin on his face. "If you're going to charge me with something then charge me, I ain't talking to no pig.  I want my phone call now, and I want my lawyer"  Cookie was dead set on his golden rule and that was never talk to the police. He knew that the only reason the cops wanted to talk to you was so they could put together the real story and use you to pin yourself to whatever it was they wanted to talk to you about.   Cookie was keen on these guys tactics.  He was raised in the streets and could see their tricks coming from a mile away.  You could even say Cookie had really good vision but it wasn't his vision that made him smart, it was the streets, and being in them growing up was something that taught Cookie things others didn't know.   Cookie new he could never open his mouth to this guy unless it was to ask for his lawyer and that's just what Cookie did. 

After about an hour Cookies Lawyer showed up and argues with the police "You don't  have any evidence to charge him so I want you to let him go or charge my client with a crime so I can get him bail."  Cookies Lawyer was a short skinny man with balding hair. Angry al the time and wore blue jeans and a Hawaii style collar neck T-shirt that was buttoned down twice below his neck showing his grey chest hairs.  The man must have viewed them as his pride and joy by the way he let them hang out.    He looked to be about 60 years old.  Big scruffy beard that was not maintained at all, but The guy new his law and fought hard eventually getting Cookie out of the slammer. 

When the cops finally released Cookie an hour or two later, the Lawyer meet him outside.  "Hey pal I'm Charles Ripply, I work for the local, um.. underbelly of the world if you know what I mean.  Some old friends of yours called me up and told me to come get you out.   Don't worry about those guys, they were just searching for information.  They probably seen you hanging out with some people you should't be and wanted to hassle you and scooch you into snitching on yourself.   Just stay keen kid, and out of trouble."  Charles said as he started to walk off, tossing Cookie his card.  "Call me if you ever do get in trouble though." Charles phone started to ring, as he answers it Cookie hears him say his last name as he turns around and heads into the other direction towards his house.

Still confused Cookie gave his pal Randy a call asking if he could swing buy.   "Sure" said Randy. "I'll see you soon" smiles Cookie as he heads back towards his car where the police arrested him.