~~~~~~~~~~<br/>In<b><i>Fanya's Office..</i></b><br/><br/>Fanya sat in her old world, high back leather chair behind her desk, idly swinging the chair from side to side, her fingers tips pressed together as they were equally spread apart, her set of index resting on her lips as her eyes wandered the room. Swinging back and forth a few more times, she finally opened a drawer and took out a picture frame. In the frame was a photo of two young girls, arms around each others shoulders, big bright smiles on their faces, her red fingers traced over the form of one of the girls, the brunette, her lips curling into a soft distant smile as she did so. Eventually, Fanya's smile faded and her expression went dark. She opened the drawer and put the photo back into it and slammed it shut. Her fingers went back to her lips, lost in thought now, focused on the coming meetings.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~<br/>In the<b><i>Hallway to the Suites </i></b><br/><br/>D calmly and quietly escorted Annie to her room even though he noticed that was was distracted, he didn't call it out, not wanting to be rude and perhaps, not wanting to seem overtly obtrusive. Finally when they arrived in front of Suite 193, he spoke up,<br/><br/>"<span style="color: red">Well, here we are. Inside you will find a fair amount of clothing you can change into, a 'gift' from Fanya in the form of spending caps, and some other odds and ends that would normally come with the Suite.</span>" He stood patiently for Annie to dislodge from his arm.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~<br/>Down at<b><i>the Bar....</i></b><br/><br/>"<span style="color: orange">Well for fuck sake, I haven't had this many customers at once since the last dust storm rolled through town...</span>"<br/><br/>Of course, the bar was rockin'<a class="externalLink" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h9ZGKALMMuc" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">the Sinatra again</a>.... ((I really hope you all listen to these tracks because they fit just so...))<br/><br/>"<span style="color: orange">So Doc, the Casino is doing great today, though you know, it all goes to the house in the end of the day.</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="color: orange">Whiskey and Nuke-Cola coming right up. And a Ty-ku poison for the youngin'.</span>"<br/><br/>The bartender got very busy with serving all manner of drinks while one of the cocktail girls escorted Darion off to one of the better tables, in the high rollers area.<br/><br/>Vega the 'tender spoke up again as he served the drinks,<br/><br/>"<span style="color: orange">So you all know each other? You all seem like a tour group or somethin'.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>