George walked into the smoke filled speakeasy as calm as he could. His alter ego was paying off, John was able to get in closer to the mob than anyone expected. Riley Quinn was a rough customer, and nearly untouchable. This was the closest anyone had come to his inner operations.<br/><br/>Needless to say George was nervous, but 'John' appeared to fit right into the crowd. He took a seat at a table near the back facing away from the band and got acquainted with his drink. The Scotch went down smoothly, and helped to ease his nerves. Still, he lit up a cigarette to make sure they stayed that way.<br/><br/>As this was his first time in the speakeasy, he rightly had no idea if he would see anything that needed his attention. He was hoping he'd be meeting Riley himself, but that was not likely. Looking around he saw no faces of note, so until the time he did he simply enjoyed himself with what was given.<br/><br/>A voice near the back caught his attention. Upon inspection he saw the source; a woman casually shrugging off an advance. He couldn't make out what was said but the offending gentlemen didn't make any fuss over the rejection. What did catch George's attention however, was her curious smoking habit. The petite woman raised the cigarette to her mouth again, almost reluctantly. Strain was apparent on her face as well.<span style="font-style: italic">'Oh why the hell not, might as well try my luck.'</span><br/><br/>He finished off his scotch in one gulp and snubbed the cigarette as he rose from the chair. Confidently and with a grin he walked to the woman's bench and, crossing his arms casually near the table, spoke, "You know if you have trouble keeping that smoke in I wouldn't suggest putting it there in the first place lass."