Roor had been known to do some rather stupid things from time-to-time. Whether it be make ridiculously high bets that had almost no chance of winning, or robbing the wrong person, Roor always managed to find a way to get into trouble with his peers. Despite the fact he was typically delivered the short end of the stick, he was dedicated to proving himself. He knew that he had the ability to be a great earner, and some day hopefully run a family of his own. Months past, with random get-quick-rich ideas failing left and right. He tried everything, except putting in the extra hours and busting ass to meet his goals.

Walking out of the HQ, Roor was displeased with himself. He was tired of the simple extortion and post office robberies. Tired of waking up morning after morning, receiving the same package and not making any real money. He overheard his peers talking about grouping up with other mafioso and hitting a big score. However, the only problem with that, you gotta split the money! Sure, $60,000 sounds like a lot but once you split it 4 or 5 ways, chump change he thought.

Roor still standing outside his HQ, decides the he needs to take a stroll to the nearest coffee shop. Upon arrival, he pulls his chair out, and takes a heavy seat followed by a loud sigh. He signals for the waiter.

"Start me off with 2 pieces of toast, a cup of coffee with two cubes of sugar and 3 packets of creamer. Don't mess it up boy."

As the young waiter fetches his food, Roors face turns to disgust as the word mediocracy crosses his mind. Roors desire to prove himself to his peers, coupled with his thirst for money; Roor immediately jumps up, pushes the young waiter out of the way and heads for the nearest bank.

"Get outta my way boy!"

Sitting outside of the bank in his getaway car, Roor makes his final preparations.

"I don't need any help rippin off this bank," he mutters to himself. "I do all the work, I get all the money and the respect. Once the guys hear about me takin down a whole bank by myself, they'll show me the respect I deserve. No more being pushed around, no more being looked down upon"

With that last thought, Roor kicks up on his car door and heads for the bank entrance. Roor places his hand on front door of the bank, takes a deep breath and thinks to himself; this is it! Roor yanks the door open, takes three swift steps inside and stands calmly, waiting for somebody to realize his presence.

After a few moments of surverying the bank, he notices only one guard. Roor casually walks past the idle guard, and in one quick movement yanks the guards gone out it's holster and slams him in the head with the butt. Even before that movement is finished, Roor spins around and yells

"Everybody get down, and nobody dies," while releasing a few rounds into the ceiling

Roors eyes widen, the silent alarm! He aims his gun at the nearest teller and calmly says;

"Where's the manager, I'd like to make a withdrawl."

The teller, shaking, points to an elderly man silently standing behind a large oak desk.

"Please don't hurt me" begs the teller. The older man takes a few steps and says, "Nobody needs to be hurt, follow me"

The old man turns, and Roor begins to follow. --- Lights out, everything goes black

Roor wakes with a throbbing headache to find himself in a hospital, with two armed policemen by his bedside. He looks around, wondering what the hell happened, as he notices the news on the TV

"Local hoodlum Roor, age 22 decided to run guns blazing into the Metropolitan Bank this evening. Roor seemed to be acting alone, and was apprehended by an off-duty police officer" states the annoying news lady, as she shoves a microphone into a rather muscular mans mouth. "I was able to hit the suspect in the back of the head with my off-duty weapon. The suspect took an amazing risk to try and rob a bank by himself. We're still not sure if he is associated with the mafia or not, but we intend to find out" said the officer.

As the officer drones on, Roor finds himself unable to concentrate on what is being said. The pain behind his eyes grows even more intense, only to slip back into a very disturbed coma-like sleep.

Singer walks up to Roor waking him up he stands there smiling.

Well look at you trying to rob a bank on your own. You know if we did not have the connections we have here you could have gotten in serious trouble. Here put these on.

Singer hands Roor a dress and a wig and some dress shoes.

Its all i had. I took this from a party store. we asked the cops to let us get you outta here and in return we will have to take care of a bad guy one day.

Singer laughs as Roor puts on the dress and the shoes

The nurses and doctors wont know you are checking out so lets just move. Ima take you to Roxs house. She will probably be wondering why you look so pretty today.

Singer drives his brother Roor to the house Rox stays at. Hugging him and greeting Rox he smiles.

Alright guys i gotta go! love both of you be safe alright!

Singer drives off leaving Roor at Roxs house.

By the time SINGER and Roor pull up, Rox is already outside admiring the beautiful day. Once she sees who SINGER is with, and how he is dressed, Rox literally explodes into laughter.

As Roor steps out of the car, he gives Rox a curtsey and thanks SINGER one last time before he departs

"Rox, I really hope you got something inside that I might be able to slip into. If anybody sees me like this, I'll never live it down!"

Roor scuttles past Rox with his head low, hoping nobody notices what is going on!

Calming her laughter Rox nods too Roor.

"I have something inside the shop you can wear.."

Shaking her head and laughing again.

"But come around back don't let people see you like that"

Roor quickly slips around the back of Roxs shop. As soon as he rounds the corner he rips the hat off and waits for Rox to unlock the back door.

As Rox opens the door Roor begins taking the dress off

"You got a place I can burn these clothes?"

Rox motions for Roor to go back through the same door

"You'll find a fire pit back there ready to go, go ahead and light her up"

After Roor finishes getting rid of the clothes he meandors back inside to find Rox sitting down enjoying a nice glass of fresh lemonade. He sits down next to her

"So whatcha think the Boss is gonna do to me? I really fucked this one up, and it cost him a favor to the cops. You know how much he hates owing people favors!"

Setting her glass on the table next to her she points to the new clothes sitting in the chair, still chuckling under her breath.

"what did you do??" Pausing for a second her expression changing to a solem look. "On second thought I don't think I really want to know.. I don't know what he will do to you, maybe the dress was penalty enough.. you have to be more careful, he hates owing favors yes... but now you owe him one.!"

Picking her glass up she sips some lemonade making a sour face.