After spending some alone time with J I return back to the party and hear TTD refer to me as a women. I approach him and reply "My friend I am very much a man!...I think you had one to many."

Alison shifted in her seat to face the unfamiliar man. Looking quite dapper, she concluded that he was probably another mafioso from another city, like her. Keeping a polite smile, she took a sip of her drink before speaking. "Thank you. All black and white is no fun, so I thought I'd bring a pop of color to this place." She said with a wink.

Extending a hand, she gave the man a firm handshake and a beaming smile. "I'm Alison. You are?"

John helps stand TTD back up and steady himself.  "KL had something to take care of, I'm sure he'll be down in 4 minutes, 5 at most.   How bout you and I get a bite to eat?  I'm hungry and you look like you could use....  anything other than more booze."

Guiding him towards the elevator, John and TTD head down to the lower level to grab some snacks.  Looking away for two seconds, TTD is gone...

"Fucking TTD ha ha.  I'm sure I'll  find him eventually."

Ibarra gets tapped on his back, gaining an eager sense he already caused trouble, but after hearing his name, he has thoughts otherwise.

He turns around only to see Mickey, an old friend after a long swayed time of contact.

Mickey? Is that you? Oh man.. I haven't seen you since last time we talked down at the bar. I remenber you passing a note and everything, I thought you were gonna miss out on this party too, so much for the somewhat loner idea. He said as he chuckled, his cigar still being locked between his two fingers on his right hand.

Mickey, sit.. don't just stand there either, have a drink. He knocked on the free space to his left next to him, he gave him a signal for an invitation to have a seat.

Ibarra turned back to Alison, he extended his free hand to shake hers.

I'm Ibarra. Funny how should I already say, I'm from Chicago. Born and raised, speaking about black and white. From the looks of things I think I just added onto to the population, there goes my chance of being original, Vegas is nice at this time, especially if you got a big party coming down on top of you that you just can't miss. I find it if you miss, you got a lost cause going for you as of then, it feels like another paragraph of a book that you're just willing to read, but you can't.

Ibarra casually sipped his drink after he stopped talking so he couldn't interrupt Alison any longer. He pretty much ran out of things to say until there was another subject to pop up against, he takes another short glance to the rest of the attending individuals, nodding his head slightly, trying to keep a lookout for the host and have a chance of giving him congratulations for a successful and active party, he slid his hand to dust off his jacket slightly in order to still stay in the party looking like an active participant.

TTD stumbles through the party sipping on his 8th whisky on the rocks through a straw.  Eyes open wide (somewhat, well - to TTD anyway) and looking over the party.  He strokes his disgusting beard and dandruff falls out and into his drink.  He considers throwing it away, but continues to sip on it anyway.  He staggers in front of KL, who is staring at him with dismay.

"Sorry KL, thick tongue and foggy brain.  Please accept my apology."

TTD holds his hand out for a firm gentleman's handshake and KL reluctantly moves his hand into his suit jacket and shakes TTD's hand.  TTD looks up to find JohnwCreasy bringing him some hors d'oeuvres.  TTD takes a handful and smears them into his face, some getting on his beard.  He washes it back with a mouthful of whisky.  He takes another handful and nods at JohnwCreasy.  

After spending some time with KL in his suite we made it back down to the ballroom seeing familiar faces from near and far.

Across the room I see Alison sitting having a drink I walk over and take a seat beside her.

"Hi Alison, how are you doing since we talked last, I'm glad to see you here. Are you having a good time so far?" 

I then turn to the bartender to order another double whiskey on the rocks.

Rain was just thinking about what she was going to do this evening when the phone rang.   It’s was Herbie.  He had just come across a shit load of cash and wanted to go out and party.  KL’s party of the century was still jumping so we decided to go there.  Herbie said he would send his driver to pick up Selma. Snake, Rebel and would swing by and get me.

I quickly showered, pick 3 pieces from the closet, laid them on the bed and did my eena, meena, mina, mo routine.  I landed on the emerald green dress and thought what a perfect choice.  

When we arrived at the party the word was right it was still in full swing. I must say we had a little catching up to do because you could tell people had been partying for awhile.

I saw a few people I recognized and said hello them.  I finally caught up with KL.

KL what a wonderful party you have going on here.  This is definitely the party of the century. People won’t be forgetting about this one any time soon.  

The party was just blowing into full-swing when Alison realized she had to catch a flight for business. Sighing, she felt wistful that she couldn't stay, but nonetheless, it was an amazing party where she met mafiosos from all over and got to catch up with a few old friends as well.

Right as she was about to head out the door, she bumped into Ibarra, the man she'd met earlier. Their collision caused his drink to spill over her dress, but instead of getting angry, Alison just laughed. "Sorry for bumping into you like that, I'm just in a rush." She said apologetically. Alison called over a waiter and got another glass of champagne and handed it to him as she shimmied into her coat. "Might not be the double bourbon you've been sipping on, but champagne's always good." She said with a wink. 

Ibarra gets bumped into while he had the drink in his possession, seeing the drink spill over her. Whoa. My bad, I probably should've gotten out your way, if I knew you were gonna be close to leaving. Thanks for the reorder though, even though I could've done it, being generous is something you could have as a skill? He said with a chuckle.

Hey, before you leave. If you ever wanna talk again, you can come get me here. Ibarra slipped a note from his pocket as he handed it over to Alison, it would contain the location whereabouts where Ibarra currently lives at. I hope you're not gonna hesitate, maybe you will, maybe you won't. He said with a small glint in his eye. I have a flight to catch, actually, back to Chicago, I'm actually in the middle of constructing a new club with a good friend, stop by sometime? He said with a final invitation.

Alison took the note and found that it was his address. She smiled and nodded, promising she'd visit if ever her feet bring her to Chicago. "Well, I'm on my way to the airport right now, so if your flight leaves soon we could just go together." She offered with a smile. 

"And a nightclub? I gotta say, I love myself a good party, so you'll probably see me there come opening night." She promised once more.

He nodded. Sounds like a plan, give me a moment to reach for my coat.  He walked over to where Mickey once tapped him on the shoulder, an old friend to show up the party. Not something he'd slightly expect, though it was foreseen, he went over to pick up the coat he left by his seat as he slides himself into the coat, before walking to Alison.

Got everything you need? He said while he patted his coat down slightly.

"Yes. Let's go, we have planes to catch."  She said with a chuckle before they headed out the door.

The party of the century indeed.

Ibarra heads out the door, while he takes a last puff of his cigar, he drops it on the floor and stomps it out then catches up while he walks with Alison.

Is it wrong to say that I felt I would've met you sooner in due time? Sometimes, you just feel like you're gonna meet that one person that you think you'll never end up meeting with. Sorry, but I have to ask. That's just how I am sometimes, normally in a rare spot. He exclaimed while he wiggled his hands into his pockets while he stepped on the sidewalk in a calm manner.

As she felt the cool air brush her face, Alison smiled at his question. She understood what he was saying, and although she'd never felt that feeling Ibarra was describing, she knew exactly what he was talking about. "It's not wrong. I guess we all have that feeling at one point in our lives." She said quietly.

As they reached her car, she greeted her favorite driver-slash-bodyguard, Roger, as Roger opened the car door for Ibarra and her. "Hey Roger, this is Ibarra. He's riding with us to the airport. Now if you please, drive as fast as you can because my flight leaves in about 30 minutes." She said with a slight smile as their car left the vicinity of the party.

Anasthasia watchs the pretty couple going to the car while she sits on a confortable white chair.

looking around she notices her precious friend Reignman walking little funny after drink more as he could handle.

Smilling she gets close and whisper:

"Come Reign i will help you to get save at home first we need say thanks to Seeyara she really knows how throw a party"