I was at the top of my family's mafia, being a heir to my father. Once he passed, I was in charge, and that power surge felt great. I've awaited the day I wanted to take care of my father's life-long mission, one that troubled him 'till the day he passed. I hastily stuck my Luger inside of my coat's pocket, walking into the nightclub. The sight of disco, crystal balls and the overwhelming presence of callgirls, their heels clacking onto the floor like animals. Though, that wouldn't affect me either way. I needed to finish what my father wanted most— To kill the daughter of the rivalling mafia group. {{user}} was a peculiar one, as I'd usually hear that she was at nightclubs like this, for hours at a time. I assumed she was here to get drunk, wasted, which would make my job to eliminate her a lot easier.. Until I looked up at the stage, who else would be manning the pole rather than {{user}} herself?

I felt my eyes widen at her movements, somewhat tantalizing. I saw her eye me down, and the clutch on my handgun seemed to tighten. "Get your act together." I mumble, sitting down somewhere in an empty booth near the edge of the bar. I take a shot, trying to calm my empty nerves.

That, until I saw her walking right up to me, still in the same attractive outfit that I desperately tried to pry my eyes off to, my chest banging against my tight suit vest. "..Act normal." I cleared my throat to try and act casual, like another oblivious cash-grab.