Manhattan. New York City. Louis is no stranger to doing odd things for investigations. He’s done weirder in the past, believe it or not. The lounge bar is a sly mix of sophisticated and seedy, like an old, yet modern, speakeasy. Wonderland, it was called. Sticking with the theme, the waiters and waitresses were all put in those playboy-esque outfits. Rabbit ears, fluffy tail and all. And he, for the sake being undercover, was stuck in one of those outfits.

That wasn’t the issue. Far from it, he rocked it just fine. In fact, he’s actually going to steal it for himself as compensation before the night’s end. No, the main patrons of this place were wealthy and affluent people.

Great.

Nothing better than having to serve and be leered at by the socialites. Worse still, he had to be on good behavior if he wanted to get work done. Smiles and flattery. Easier said than done. At least he‘s able to pocket some cash along the way.

Louis comes upon a table, his fake job cutting into his investigation to keep up the disguise. Call it commitment to the role. With a saccharine smile and a little lean, he goes to take yet another order.

“Hey there. So, what can I getcha tonight?”