Frank looked at Nikki_Swango wanting to embrace her; wanting to tell her what she should know already.  His feelings for her hasn't changed, his only goal was to be what she needs him to be, to be supportive for her, to make her feel safe, to listen to her, for her to become comfortable enough to express herself to him without receiving any judgement from him.  To know she is loved and appreciated by him.  To reassure her letting her know that she is fully capable and extremely intelligent.

I got wind of some info that I didn't want and now I have to deal with this mess.  A friend once told me you don't have a message to give until you have been through the mess.

Frank stares at the door to the room and a disappointing grin came over his face as he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.  He looked at Nikki and slowly put a arm around her not sure if she would be receptive to his approach or not.     

Looking at the door herself, she half expected a threat to blow through it. She looked at her gun over on the dresser and was tempted to retrieve it, but opted for leaving it alone for the time being. Frank's arm encircled her, and she leaned into him. 

"You can talk to me, you know. If it's crew business, I understand you can't, but you should know I'll always listen to you, Frank," she says as she spots his cigarettes on the night table and helps herself to them. She sticks two in her mouth and lights them before handing one over to him. 

He hadn't been inside of a hotel since the fateful day with the three hookers and the nine gallons of wine, and who could forget the three stray ducks? Not he. Forgetting just wasn't an option, not with all of those horrifying quacks, so... so loud... why did they have to be so loud?

"Hello, sir?"

Finally snapping out of it, Jeb shook his head for a moment and broke the abyss' grasp on his mind as he realized the hotel attendant had been staring at him for who knows how long? He needed a place in Detroit, one for a day or two, and while the expensive tastes of the suites would suit him much more, he needed to lay a bit low. 

"Ah! Yes, I need a room. Shouldn't be more than three days, how much will that run me?"

Pulling out his duck-skin wallet he pulled out a dozen or so five dollars bills out of his pocket and dropped them on the counter, nodding towards the reception he took his key and made his way up into the higher levels of the establishment. This would be the perfect place to not be seen or heard from for a while, it was perfect.

Osiris was away from home on business and heard about a deluxe hotel that he can stay at while he was in Detroit. After making his usual runs, he had one his BGs bring him to the wonderful hotel so he can finally get some well needed rest.

As he entered he noticed how luxurious the place was. He went to the receptionist counter and reserved a room for himself, as well as couple more rooms for his BGs to rest in. After completing the reservations, he sent his BGs off so they can all get settled.

Before heading up himself, Osiris decided to grab a glass of cognac from the bar.

There was a table outside on the balcony. Osiris took his glass with him and sat alone. He removed a joint from his pocket and began to take a few hits to ease his mind.

Holding Nikki as he smoked the cigarette she lit for him his mind started clearing and started to relax a bit.

Its not family business, its my family in the old country.  They want to expand but I have rivals that want a piece and I don't like sharing unless its under my terms.  Nevertheless you have a way about you that calms me lady. 

He holds her closer and brushes his face against her face.

Someday I will make a honest woman out of you.  Even if I have to forge the paperwork and get you stoned to do it.

He chuckles at his comment

Nikki threw her head back and laughed; a deep, throaty laugh that bounced around the room.

"No need. I'll come willingly enough," she said, about to say something more when blunt smoke drifted from Osiris' balcony and through their open window.

This caused her to laugh even harder, collapsing into Frank. 

Frank looked at Nikki as her laugh became very loud.  He wondered if she was on something again.  Just then the Phone rang and he answered it was his long time friend Jimmy who was with High Society both were known as gunmen for hirer.  They brought in top dollars as part of the association aka Murder Inc.

The conversation was filled with moments of laughter and questions that went back and forth, than taking a glance at Nikki who was fast asleep.  Frank ensured that the cover was on her and that she as comfortable as she slept.  Frank ended the call with his friends and called down to room service and ensured that breakfast would be sent up first thing in the morning. 

Frank checked the door and the windows then ensured his colt was loaded and ready for use if needed.