Diesel mumbles under his breath

"This is one interesting place."

Diesel looks around admiring everything especially the gold

"Bartender can you pour me up a mixed drink but one with more alcohol so I can feel manly."

A man comes and sits right next to Diesel.

"Hello Mr. Dilliniger right? I love this place. Nice to have somewhere here in DT to unwind."

"Oh, I'm sure you have no idea.  But that's okay.  Go mingle with your clientele.  I will still be here drinking.  Don't dare take my lovely bottle though, I will be working on it."  Says Aoife cheerily.

Lily enters, still sporting the heavy makeup, sunglasses, and scarf. She could pass for drinking age if there was one, but honestly, this afternoon, she just doesn't care.

Pulling off the sunglasses to allow her eyes to adjust, she walks to the bar and takes a seat. When the man behind the bar approached, the first lie she'd ever told flowed like a river from her mouth.

"I met my first love in a bar, over a tequila sunrise. Do you know how to mix one?" She asked, placing her folded hands on the bar and leaning forward, challenge in her eyes.

Lily had no idea how to smoke a cigar, so politely declined.

"Oh, no thank you. Well I wish I could say things were well, Sir, but we've got family locked up here and things look pretty grim. This was my first airplane trip ever but now that I'm here, I'm afraid I'm useless in helping him," she says, staring at the lovely colors in the glass. It was almost too pretty to drink, but she didn't want to stand out, so she took a small sip. The liquor hit the back of her throat like a battering ram, and her eyes watered a bit, but she managed not to choke and spit out her first alcoholic drink. Taking a deep breath, she took another small sip and found that it went down much smoother this time, and she could actually taste some of the fruit flavoring.

"Why that's very good. Are you a patron, Mister Dillinger? Or do you own this business, too? Goodness, you must be a very successful man, I must say!"

"Construction yard? Well that's a shame," she says as her mind bounces back to something Uncle Alex said in jest about busting through the prison wall with a bulldozer. She figures it won't hurt to ask...

"Is it strictly construction that you do there? I mean, do you ever lease out your equipment to people? You know, maybe someone wants to tear down an old shed, or dig a swimming pool, and they want to just do it themselves to save a little money?"

Lily pulls the scrap of newspaper clipping out of her handbag and slides it towards John-Dillinger . 

"We don't know much more than what was printed. In his letters, well...he doesn't really speak of it," she says, taking another careful sip of her cocktail. 

Angel makes her way into the establishment she had heard about, to her surprise it's much nicer than expected. She makes her way over the the bar taking a seat towards the end and furthest from the majority of the crowd as she can get. When the bartender comes over she says. "I'll take a lemon lime margarita on the rocks salt rim please." As the bartender is making her drink she grabs the pack of cigarettes from the pocket of her jeans and lit one taking a longer than normal drag off of it. She notices John approaching where she is seated as the bartender slides the margarita in front of her. She gives John a smile as he sits down beside her and asks. "How's business?" Before taking a sip of her drink. 

Angel takes another drag of her cigarette. 

"Business is slow for me at the moment." Relaxing her shoulders a bit she takes a breath and does one of those faked dramatic sighs. "Guess lawyers aren't to popular around here." She takes another sip of her drink. "Glad to see your businesses are doing well though. How many you got now days?"

Angel smiles and extends her hand. "You've got yourself a deal." 

Angel chuckles. 

"Free drinks for life, I can get used to that!" 

Angel shakes Johns hand.

"Have fun at the hotel."