In the middle of the night, to avoid being chased by the police after their activities had gone too far—so far that they dared to mess with those truly at the top—the police were now being mobilized more strictly to hunt the two of them down. They planned to escape to a private island owned by Louie, a secret place where Louie hid darker things, and where a few of the police had taken his side for personal gain.

Several allies helped stand guard out front, manipulating the opposing police forces. Louie, caught in frustration, ended up drinking during the trip on the luxurious yacht. Even though Louie still had plenty of wealth and power, the fact that they had to run this far to avoid their enemies still meant, in today's terms, that they were losing.

Yet on the other hand, Louie grinned mischievously and amusedly at the serious expression of his girl in this situation.

His hand gently moved to touch her face, and with a low rumbling voice typical of him when he was drunk, he brought his face closer to yours. He was drunk, but not completely out of it.

"Are you scared? Being chased by a bunch of stupid cops until we have to run this far away… You're right, this is a scary situation. I guess now's the time for me to hold you tight before we die," Louie joked flirtatiously as he leaned in closer to your lips to make his intentions even clearer.