Enricho is standing near an alleyway roguettes frequently come to. Their pockets are always full of something he can pawn off or take himself. He started to lose focus and think about the familiar woman he saw on his way into Chicago the other day. He was wondering if he'd run into her again to find out who she was and why she seemed so familiar. A sudden sharp noise of metal hitting the ground made Enricho stand up straight and turn with his gun ready. All he saw was a figure.

Bang

Enricho shot one round and the figure jumped back. "Damnit. How did I miss?" The person stood back a couple more feet into the only light that lit the alley. Enricho's heart skipped a beat realizing he almost shot a fellow mafioso, but more over it was the woman he had seen running back to the woods. Without realizing what he was saying, "Hey Zeph.. I might actually have a problem."

The woman's response was swift to correct him. Melis is her name and Enricho definitely has a problem if he thinks she's got ANYTHING in her pockets.

Enricho was the one to run off this time, not with determination but embarrassment. He put in his mind he will help those who struggle with the craze of Pocket Drugs and start weekly meetings for all those who may have the same issue controlling their gun to get their fix.

Melis watched him flee and she merely let out a laugh. Uninjured but very much amused at being called by her mother's name. Did she look so familiar to her? She didn't think so but perhaps there was something she was missing. Shrugging, she picked up what looked to be a packet. Flipping it over in the streetlight, she smiled. 

"Seems I managed to lift some drugs with so very little effort." 

There was no one around nor would she have been bothered if anyone had heard her anyway. Her reputation as crazy or wild would only be bolstered by this moment. Shoving the packet into her pocket, she headed down the alley muttering one last word into the evening. 

"Addicts." 

Enricho walked up to the alley plainly and posted a flyer:

Do you struggle with pocket drug craze?

Have you almost shot a fellow mafioso while trying to get pocket drugs?

Are you at this alley waiting day in and day out for a rogue to show up?

You may be experiencing an addiction!

The Great Enricho will be holding weekly meetings for those struggling!

Together we may be able to beat this addiction!

Meetings will be held right at this alley every Sunday at or around noon time!

See you here!

Enricho felt proud of his signage. Though, the meetings being AT the alley rogues frequent may be a ploy to catch one during these meetings. The craze may never end.

Bored, Melis grabbed some snacks and headed towards the rogue alley. It was always fun to watch the people racing after a rogue through the back alleys and she had found a lovely neighbourhood woman that would let her use their balcony to watch the happenings. Just as she was heading towards the building she noticed the flyer so she stopped and read it over. 

"I don't have a problem except I forgot the drinks again for this entertainment day." She muttered. 

Now grumpy she let herself into the nearest building and hoped her new found neighbour friend would have something decent to drink or maybe one of her kids can run over to the local grocer for some.