Santana stood on the sidewalk sipping from her flask, watching intently as the workers placed the finishing touches on her new sign Naughty or Nice that they had just hung above the door of her new business.  After handling the affairs of her relatives, she had came to Detroit in search of a brand new life for herself...but still wanted to honor her heritage...so she had decided to open a Dance Hall in honor of Jaci...and name it Naughty or Nice after the liquor recipe that had been passed down through her family for many generations and of course she planned to serve a variety of the recipe nightly at the Dance Hall. 

She moved inside to check on the progress, happy to see the huge hard wood dance floor shining bright and the live band practicing up on the stage.  The bartenders stood behind the bar to the right arranging bottles of Naughty and Nice liquor on the shelves and polishing glasses in preparation for the grand opening.  She hurried about checking on all of the little details to make sure everything was just right until she was completely satisfied.

Once all was well, she quickly changed in to a silky blue dancing dress in the back room and fixed her hair then placed the Open sign out front in the window.

Syn ran through the streets of Detroit, a wad of cash in his hand. He stuffed the wad of cash into his suit jacket pocket and looked behind him to see if anyone was following him. A gentleman had been keeping his distance but was following him. Syn was a master at noticing and losing his followers. He turned left into the business district and discovered a new place that had opened up. 

The Naughty or Nice Dance Hall had a freshly lit Open sign out front in the window, Syn was sartorially prepared for this type of soiree and his follower was definitely not. This was the perfect place to duck into and blend into the crowd. He entered the establishment and although it was still early in the night, was able to blend into a bunch of fancy dressed patrons who had started to dance the night away. 

Syn made his way towards the band playing on stage and saw a lady in a silky blue dancing dress overseeing things as the people danced like there was no tomorrow. 

Hello, you must be the owner of this fancy establishment. Kudos on the business ownership, I know from experience how much work it can be to keep a place running. You are Santana, correct? It's a pleasure to meet you. This is a fine place you got here and it is a great place for me to lose some heat for a bit. My name is Syn. Syn reaches his hand out to greet Santana. If you are ever in New York, you must stop by my place. Let my head bartender know I sent you. I'll be sure to give him your name so you can get a free drink on me. 

Syn stands near the band, surveying the area and keeping an eye on the door.