<ul><span style="font-family: new Times Roman;">The man checked the time on a GW-M5600 and walked into the restaurant. He was not surprised to see the restaurant crowded at 9:00 PM. The Steakhouse was one of the best in New Orleans. Scanning the entrance, he hoped that there were still some back-up tables available.<br/><br/>Solas caught the Hostess' face with his eyes, and lips curled up in a smile as he brushed past the crowd standing in the waiting line; making his way slowly to the front reception. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BFBF80">''Good evening, Ma'am!''</span></span> The Receptionist looked up, and greeted him back; pushing a bastard strand of hair behind her left pierced ear. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BFBF80">''Have you booked ahead Sir? Your name please?''</span></span> She said, lowering her eyes as her digits brushed against the keyboard in front of her. The Fallen's lips parted slowly as he neared the reception counter, too close he could inhale her fragrant perfume. <span style="color: #BFBF80"><span style="font-style: italic">''Ma'am, I've been trying to make a reservation for couple hours now. The line was busy this entire time.''</span></span> He said.<br/><br/>'<span style="color: #BFBF80"><span style="font-style: italic">'Sir, I am so sorry, but we are fully booked this evening. If you wish, you may stand in our line up, and wait for your turn to arrive.''</span></span> Solas was certainly not going to take no for an answer. It was time for plan B.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BFBF80">''Listen. It's my daughter's birthday today and I've promised to take her to her favorite restaurant.''</span></span> The man explained, lips forming a broad, relentless smile; revealing a set of perfect white teeth. He captured the woman's eyes with his own and added. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BFBF80">''I hope you understand that there is a misunderstanding here. Are you not acknowledging my words? <span style="font-weight: bold">Unless</span> you wanna lose your job.''</span></span><br/><br/>Responsive, a confused Hostess tilted her face slightly and nodded. She stepped out from behind the reception counter. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BFBF80">''Mhm, how large a group are you expecting?''</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BFBF80">''My daughter would be pleased to know that such a fine lady was able to provide her clientele a spacious table, a non-smoking area. Oh and even better, you make sure we get a private dining room and a waiter of our own. <span style="font-weight: bold">You</span> may lead the way, Ma'am.''</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BFBF80">''Please, follow me. We have a table ready for you, Sir''</span></span> Bingo! The man followed after the Hostess as she led him to the second floor. An open, capacious private room which featured floor to ceiling glass windows overlooking the streets of New Orleans greeted his vision. The kind of peaceful ambiance Solas was looking for.</span></ul>