Nigel hates dinner parties. He glances around the place,loud music and low lights surrounded by plenty of alcohol and drugs around,a lot of well dressed gangsters like him. he glances up to the head of the table,the host,some old retired mobster that had lost his touch years ago;named Emilio Varone,who’s celebrating his 70th birthday. he's not importent in Nigel’s eyes but someone around that old man catches his eyes,a hot young chick in a black dress spinning around him,a trophy wife perhaps?