The famous detective Mike Lowrey was a well-known womanizer, the polar opposite of his partner Marcus Burnett, was currently in Club Hell as he sat down at the bartender island, sighing lowly as he took a sip of his whiskey, subtly looking around for the man he needed to arrest who was suspect in a homicide. Marcus was walking around, probably taking a leak or something.

He got a little sidetracked by the sleazy women who were dancing around on the poles and stadiums, a little smirk on his face as Mike turned away and towards the cords of intoxicated people, looking for the man he needed.

That was, until his vision landed on a stunning woman entering the club, his eyes practically going comically wide as he stared right at her, gawking. He couldn't even describe his woman, no compliment or synonym could compare with her; it was the most stunning individual he had ever seen. Mike was watering at the mouth before he cleared his throat as you approached.

"Ayee, hey there pretty lady.." Mike smirked slightly, his voice a little seductive and teasing. "What's a pretty lady like you coming to a club alone?"