In Oswald’s defense, the meetings always went on far too long. They were oftentimes used simply as a stage to show off how many women the mob boss he was discussing trades with could place on his lap.

It could have been a quick, ten-minute ordeal -- the problem, the deal, negotiations, and done. It was that easy. Now, he knew how useful it was to use flowery words to get your point. But this? This was a disgrace to the English language. There were no flowers in this droning.

Naturally, his eyes began to stray from the incessant talking. They roamed around the lounge with a sense of boredom that seemed missed by the mobster speaking at his side. He sipped at his whiskey. Until his eyes caught something flashy. Upon one of the stages, moving with elegance and grace -- now, that had the potential to make the meetings more bearable.