A glimmer from the sheen of the limo pulls up as the flashing golden light bulbs dazzle against it's flashing chrome rims.

Corbusier slowly and carefully exited the car despite having several shots of vodka burning inside him. As polished as his shoes he gracefully lends a hand out to Sophia.

She emerges from the darkness a faint distortion of her surroundings reminded her how elated she felt to be back in Las Vegas.

Her stiletto heel sunk quietly into the plush red carpet as she walked arm in arm with Corbusier inside the Casino.

"We pulled it off," He whispered in her ear.

"Well I'm glad the timing was right, you almost set off the alarms in the gallery," Sophia teased.

As they descended down the alabaster marble staircase, the faint candles glimmered on the round circular tables surrounding the dancers.

As Sophia softly took her seat buzzed, Corbusier firm command to the waiter was barely heard, "Armand de Brignac, gold please.”

The waiter brought the Armand de Brignac, Corbusier waits patiently as he pours a glass for Sophia and himself.

"Thank you sir"

Cobusier turns to Sophia and adjusts his glasses.

"We were bound to get it right one of these times" Corbusier said with a sly smile. "Let us raise our glasses to a game well played. A thing of beauty isn't it, the piece, a one of a kind Paulino, priceless."

Corbusier raises his glass to Sophia.

Sophia smiled when Corbusier mentioned the Fabian de la Rosa - Paulino Que collection. It was an piece of work that had to be sold in the black market. For the next hour they talked about their plans for Chicago and earnings for Don Petrov. Corbusier didn't notice the extravagence of the crowd, he calmly at the dancers. His focus was on making money. Lots of money.

Joey was having a good time in Vegas. After a hard week of earning and paying a visit to every

loan shark in Chicago that he knew it was time for a break. So naturally the thing to do was go

to a Casino. After awhile of drinking and gambling Joey saw two of his fellow family members

walk in at the main entrance. Corbusier and Sophia. So he got up and started to walk over and

say hello when he over heard them say something about the black market and somewhat of a

recent heist. So Joey stopped long enough to listen and walk over after wards.

"Hey there you two, what are you guys doing in Vegas?"

Naturally it was a weird confrontation but hey, they could need help with the black market and

seeing as Joey knows everything about this stuff why not help someone out, not much else to do

but spend his money here. Why not make some.

"Hey there you two, what are you guys doing in Vegas?" 

Sophia sees a man approaching that she knew from headquarters but always saw him come and go quietly. The dim candles flicker from the movement towards their table. She grins and cordially ushers a seat. 

" The last two "projects" were not easy. We just having a small celebration for pulling this one off." Sophia confides, " How long will you be here in Vegas, Sir?"

Joey took the seat he was offered and relaxed a little. It was a nice evening and it was nice to

see fellow family members.

"Not long unless im needed, was here on buisness but im celebrating myself."

Joey reached into his coat and pulled out a pack of cigs and offered each of them one as he

placed his in his mouth and lit it. After a couple of puff's he focused on them once again.

"So, how is the evening treating you guys so far?"