As the reflection of the polished mahogany desk gleams it's flouresent light throughout the whole room, luciano_lucky finds himself contemplating, with his hand on his chin with his other holding a cigar - he brushes back his hair in frustration. The slick grease from his hair leaks audaciously onto his palm, pointing his cigar towards Scratchy sitting opposite him, "You will do this, okay?" Luciano turns his full body, looking towards him, "You still owe me, your debt is deep," Scratchy moves in his stilted chair as two large men behind him put their hand on his shoulders, "Drive us there, and drive us out - this is all we ask," Luciano takes a drag of his cigar and speaks while exhaling, "I know you're a shit shot - that is clear - but you impress me with your way around the wheel, which is useful.."

Luciano stands up from his seat, the smokey room fills with a darker atmosphere, as the shadow casts down onto Scratchy, "I-I didn't s-say i wouldn't boss, I-I just want to b-be in good stan-standing," Scratchy lears back into his chair, thoughts cascade his vision as Luciano rleases some of his pressure in his shoulders - returning to a straight up stacture, 

"Then there's no problem now, that's what I like," Luciano takes another long drag from his cigar, "Problems are like termites, they chip away at first - not a problem, a small annoyence," Taking small steps around his large desk, Luciano walks closer towards Scratchy as he continues, "-But as time goes on, the consistant nawing, the everbreeding population builds, but do you know what happens?" Luciano is now fully behind Scratchy's chair, "-The structure is compromised, the build falls and collapses, all because of a small annoyence wasn't taken care of from day one," Moving his associates hands from his shoulders - he takes a tight grip, digging into Scratchy's shoulder blades, "DO, you understand me?" The cigar ash drops from Luciano's cigar, onto Scratchy's tattered suit, a clump trailing down near his left thigh,

"Y-yes boss, I-I unde-understand," Scratchy expels in a shivered voice, as Luciano releases his tight grip,

"Good, be here tomorrow morning, MissVanjie, escort him out - make sure he gets home safely,"

Putting on his halloween mask - Scratchy dons a cat with human eyes mask - with two small holes to see through. Following through inside of his car towards the Crew's HQ - Luciano takes himself down the elongated steps, the leaves crunch under-neath his expensive shoes. Throwing his cigar to the side - Luciano ducks as he enters the small framed car, Sweetypie joins him, "Whats with the silly mask?" Luciano grunts, 

"You know, it was halloween - and they only had cats left at the spirit halloween factory.." Scratchy trails off as he looks at himself in the car mirror - looking back at them both, "Where's your masks?" 

"We wont need them - they know not to touch the godfather of this city - if anyone rats, they're grand-grandsons will pay," Luciano expels confidently - sitting back in the leather chairs, slightly slipping on it's newly cleaned sheen.

As the streets checkboard in a linear fasion towards the destination - the sun faintly shines in the distance, already becomming dusk at such an early time - people walk the streets, some still wearing certian monstours tones, such as Ghosts, Ghasts and ghouls, filling the streets with whatever new halloween movies have come out that weekend. Women dresssing in clad nurse outfits distract the Permiscious scratchy behind the wheel. Lampost after lampost switch on, following scratchies car as the power towards the city of Los Angeleas brightens up the sky and estiguishes every crevess of darkness in it's path.

Nearing the destination, Scratchy gets poked by Sweetypie, "Can we stop for snacks?" with her fingers coated in a white temporary tattoo of a skeleton - Scratchy jumps, seeing it in the rearview mirror, 

"O-ofcourse, we s-stil have some t-time," Scratchy gently turning towards the nearest convience store, taking a parking space on the side of the road.