First thing was first: Business.  He pulled a nearby chair, nearly skipping with excitement as he moved the furniture about, to the chest at the foot of the bed. Opening his suitcase he began to evaluate his inventory. He pulled the RCW from his luggage, replacing it with the nearly identical in look, .45 Submachine Gun. Grabbing the accompanying attachments and flinging a few drums of ammo into his case, he smiled as he pulled the slide back, evaluating the action of the weapon with a mile-wide grin.<br/><br/>After carefully selecting a long-arm, that being scoped hunting rifle, ammo, several stimpacks, and a more 'combat-ready' style of back-pack, he milled through the chest for a few more moments before closing it. He had a feeling that Fanya's jobs might only get tougher, more dangerous, especially seeing the crew she had assembled at the bar. Were those the only ones? Knowing the chameleon woman, probably not. He lugged his now even heavier case into the corner of the closet, setting the rifle upright in the corner of the tiny room before prancing out.<br/><br/>He turned on the radio in the room, tapping the back of his hat, cocking it forward as he began to dance, stepping back and forth as he began to remove his black blazer, grabbing a hanger and carefully sliding the first piece of his favorite suit into the closet.  Leaving his feet planted, he rocked his torso forward and back and snapping the fingers of his right hand to the beat of the music, his left hand snaking down the front of his white striped vest unbuttoning as it descended.<span style="color: DarkRed">"That Jingle, jangle, jingle - <i>Jingle jangle!</i>"</span>He sang, smirking to himself as he swayed back and forth. While continuing to dance he removed his black .45 from it's holster, sliding it under what he intended to be his pillow after, of course, pulling the slide back slightly to ensure a round was chambered and placing a quick kiss on the barrel.<br/><br/>His shoes were off, his shoulder holster thrown into the closet, the next thing to go was his tie and shirt. Once again, being overly gentle, he placed his clothing, on hangers, in the closet. He stepped over to the weapons chest again, flinging it open and singing,<span style="color: DarkRed"> "Oh Lilly-Bell!"</span>, as he pulled the other four .45 pistols from the chest, oh how he loved Fanya for knowing his favorite. Sliding a full magazine in each pistol and chambering rounds in each, he jaunted about the suite with the stack of weaponry beneath his arm.  In the crevice of the nearby couch, on the dining table, in liquor cabinet in the kitchen,  and in a stack of towels near the tub would be the hiding places for each of these pieces. He frowned for a moment before shrugging to himself,<span style="color: DarkRed">"You're not being over-cautious, after all, being a bit paranoid <i>has</i> kept ya alive this long, anyway."</span>. He quickly moved back to the closet repeating his actions on the clothing that remained on his person. Now, save for his boxer-briefs, fedora, and shades he was ready for some tub action!<br/><br/>After about 10 minutes of hot-water prep, the dropping of skivvies, and the tactical placement of an ashtray, he was dipping his foot into the steaming water, a cigar and a book of matches in hand. He hissed for a moment, feeling the initial burn as his skin adjusted to the heat. He then took the 'dive' and quickly sat down, groaning in pleasure as he felt the warmth already having an effect on his sore muscles. Placing the cigar between his upturned lips he struck a match and rolled the tobacco lighting the tip evenly. He sighed, uncaring that he still had not removed his shades or hat, taking a long drag from the pre-war delight. It had been so long since he had a cigar, it had been so long since he had such a warm bath, he was simply in heaven.<br/><br/>Chuckling as his sunglasses began to quickly accumulate fog, he just lay back, deflating into the contours of the tub, tapping the control nearby to activate the jets,<span style="color: DarkRed">"Ahh, Nothing but the best..."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>