A medium sized figure walked through the doors of the bar in a haste. He placed his hand against the cold metal stool, the padding torn on the top. 'Scotch' he muttered, removing the hat from his head. He placed himself down on the seat and looked around the bar, the usual crowd, call girls trying to make some money, working men relaxing having a few. The barman moved the drink towards the man 'Put it on my tab' he grunted knocking back the scotch. He would then put his hand upwards as though to signal for another. The barman nodded and began preparations. 'So, is he about?' the man enquired the barkeep, once again knocking back the scotch. The barman nodded his bald shiney head and signalled for him to enter the door behind the bar. The man picked up his hat placing it back on his head, he moved to the back door fading from the sight of the rest. 'Who's there?' a deep voice, from a balding stout man bellowed. 'It's me, Jimmy' said the man back 'Oh, Jimmy, I was expecting you a little later' the stout balding man replied. 'Yeah, I came early, ran out of things to do' replied Jimmy sitting down opposite the man. 'Well, I ain't calling you Skaarn like the rest do, because I feel it's stupid' laughed the man, Jimmy replied with laughter aswell, 'Call me what you want Paulie, I prefer Jimmy anyways' he replied. Jimmy moved a shot glass half loaded with scotch towards his lips. 'So, Jimmy what did you want to see me for anyway?' Paulie asked. 'I just wanted to know how things were going for you, how the family was..' Jimmy answered raising a right eyebrow 'What's with the third degree?' Paulie's face lowered as he heard Jimmy's rhetorical question. 'Relax Jim..' Paulie replied. 'I think you should go now anyway, Marie is coming over with Frankie, I need to talk money' Paulie said shaking hands with Jimmy and leading him to the exit. 'Alright, well it's nice to see you again, we'll have to do it again soon, but maybe on better terms..' Jimmy grunted pulling his hat lower to masquerade his blue eyes, he moved from the bar back onto the streets lighting a cigarette. He got back into his car and headed away. [Tried a bit, but ran out of things to say. I'd appreciate it if people posted back, maybe got involved with the story? Just a bit of fun :)]

While heading back home from his latest hiest Mr Goona realises an associate of his lives in the area, The heat was still on so he decided he would lay low there for awhile...

Once Mr Goona reached the door he sorted his jacket and checked he hadnt been followed...

"I sure do hope Jimmy is in..."

'Skaarn' stood outside in the rain, his overcoat becoming soaked through, the cigarette burned barely illuminating the area which was around him. 'Urgh' he groaned. With a sudden rush, he turned around pressing the button on the side, the door's catch opened and he walked inside. He removed his hat, followed by his coat and began up the stairs. Making it to the third floor, he opened the door to the flat, number '24', he went into the building, scratching his head. He placed his hat and coat on the rack and took a seat besides the radio turning it on. He listened to the current sports, he took an interest in American sports.