Unicorn lunged forward stabbing the man with a knife. It was her first time using a knife so it got stuck in his rib cage. Ignoring his hoarse gurgling screams, the dark stains seeped from his shirt like a rich red dye. She felt the rib cage crack slightly as she tried to remove it.

"It's stuck Buck," Unicorn looked at him with pleading eyes.

Buck hid his smile while looking down, his hands resting on well tailored pant hips. 

"You're supposed to aim lower." 

"I wanted to get his heart but missed."

"He just pick-pocketed you I don't think killi--"

"Just help me get this knife out!" Unicorn cried out.

"Fine," Buck sighed. He walked over stepping over the pool of blood delicately as to not stain
his new shoes he got. 

"You're supposed to twist--it--like- this--" Buck flicked his wrist like he was unscrewing a bolt with a wrench. "Now pull," he commanded stepping back.

Unicorn pulled the knife out, then stabbed him again, lower towards his stomach hitting the soft fatty tissue. The body went limp. 

"When can I start shooting?" Unicorn pleaded, ignoring the messy pool of blood.

"YOU CAN'T EVEN STAB A MAN WITH A KNIFE PROPERLY, HOW CAN YOU SHOOT?!"

Unicorn's eyes widened and started to water. 

As drunk as anyone coming out of a speakeasy, Coltizzo struggles maintaining balance and falls down upon a puddle of liquid in an alley beside the speakeasy.

"Ahh damn this, Those fucking Irish do know where to get real whiskeys."

Realizing the liquid is actually blood, he becomes befuddled and jolts out of his drunkenness when he sees Unicorn and Buck standing over a body. Leaning on a nearby crate.

"Huh.. Am I overly drunk... or is there a dead person... you're standing over?"

Both nod.

"A thief.... I suppose?"

Both nod.

"Well, can't blame you... Killed 3 that tried to mug me the other day. Stabbed... one directly in the throat and broke the other one's neck. The last one was... quite lucky as he lived... longer but had the most punishment... with my deadly... knees to his head... I bruised my knee and he blew his face and lost his life.... Jokes on him now. Those scum... deserved it, right?"

Looking uninterested, both still nod.

"For what it's worth.. I can teach you some... of my hand-to-hand combat... skills, eh? But obviously... Not today as I..."

Coltizzo vomits and falls back to sleep.

"Well...we can't just leave him here," Unicorn blinked at the drunk man crumpled over the crate passed out. "If the cops find him before he wakes up, they'll think he killed him, or worse tell them he saw us."

"I highly doubt he will remember us," Buck walks over to the man passed out, then rummages and pulls out his wallet.

Cartizzo Cannuci

Chicago Steel Works

"He's from Chicago, Don JackDiamond's crew."

"Maybe we can keep his wallet and if he snitches we kill him too?" Unicorns eyes widen.

"No, we can't touch him, he's sponsored."

"I'm starving," Unicorn pouts, " I know this great burger joint on Hollywood Blvd and 6th Avenue."

"Can you focus?" Buck shakes his head. "As a favor, we can get him out of here. Help me bring him to the car." Buck lifts Cartizzo to his feet and drags his body to the back of his vehicle. When they arrive at Unicorn's mansion, Buck plops him in one of the guest beds.

" Don't kill him. When he wakes up, tell him we found him passed out in the alleyway drunk and wanted to make sure he returns to Chicago safety. Do not mention anything else and send him on his way, got it? We will go out later."

Unicorn grinned as Buck left to go home and clean up. She ordered housekeeping staff to bath Cartizzo and launder his clothes covered in vomit and blood. Her driver left to bring back a new suit from her son's tailor, the best in Los Angeles. As Cartizzo laid in bed fresh, cleaned up, and sporting a crisp white dress shirt, Unicorm brought in one of her pizzas, coffee, juice, and some aspirin. Dazed, Cartizzo woke up and covered his eyes from the bright light streaming from the long thick luxurious curtains. He looked over to his side to see an assortment of fruits and food. He looked at the pizza and realized it wasn't deep dish. He wasn't in Chicago. Shit. He looked his body and felt the starched crisp linen of his new clothes. He quickly looked around for his gun and wallet, which was no where to be found.

Coltizzo knew he had an eventful night because he barely remembers anything. A luxurious bed and a sort-of breakfast in bed style does not seem so bad until he realized that he's far from home. Far.. Far away from home. Completely dumb-founded about his situation, he could not locate any person in the area, including his bodyguard, Luca. Without a clue of what to do, he opens the curtains and sees the famous sign from a far away hill. "HOLLYWOOD".

"Hollywood.. What the fuck just happened? Where's my bodyguard? I didn't get to the car? Fuck, is Luca dead?"

Panicking and without his belongings. Coltizzo hears footsteps. Being cautious as ever, he grabs the fork he used to eat and hid it in his sleeve as the door opened and beautiful lady comes in.

"Who are you?"

"I'm the one who saved you." Said by Unicorn.

"Saved me? A lady? I can handle myself! I can beat the hell out of anyone out there!" with an infuriated face.

"Do you even remember anything from last night?"

"Definitely, 13 straight shots of whiskey. It's a man's drink."

"Anything else?"

"I do remember making out with the waitress.. That one has a nice pair, were you in the pub?"

"I was not and of course, you're not drunk. That's why your old clothes were bloodied up and you look better now."

"My clothes were bloodied? Did.. Did I kill someone?"

"I don't know, but I saved you.. and that's what's important."

"Shit... What could have happened? I need to go back to Chicago. I need to find Luca, my bodyguard. I appreciate the hospitality you have shown me with these luxurious garment and food but I would rather not have the LAPD trailing my back." with sweat falling down his face.

"It's all good. I am more than happy to help." Unicorn smiles.

"If you need anything in the East side. Just let me know. I'll do what I can to repay this kindness."

As Coltizzo walks to the door, Unicorn calls him back.

"I have your belongings, by the way."

"*gasps* Finally, I thought I have lost them somewhere. Can I have them back? I would prefer to have them back than mug someone in some dark alley."

"Definitely you can have them back, as long as you give back my silverware."

With a look of embarrassment, Coltizzo hands over the fork back to Unicorn and heads to the door.