<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/01/Veronica-mars-best-logan-scenes6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Chase Kostan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15602403#msg15602403)<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Arsène<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>March 2nd, 2050 | 8:30 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Totentanz Club<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Charles Sherwin, Aurora Parisi (M), Mai Itsuki (M), Zoey Cooper (M),<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Planning out the next big heist<br/><hr/><br/>The Totentanz Club.  Chase was familiar with this place thanks to the Bratva's dealings with its owner, Zoey Cooper.  He hadn't actually met the owner yet or what the nature of business that the Bratva had with her.  He knew some form of relationship existed.  He just didn't know what.  In any case, this club proved to be quite the perfect place for people to meet up and plan out their next big crime.  He shouldn't have doubted Charles... though he probably should've made sure his partner fit in here better.<br/><br/>Unlike Charles, Chase had made sure to dress up like all the other party-goers who went to a club like this one.  As he waited for Charles, he took a good look around.  He noticed the owner, of course.  How could he not?  She was a lovely lady, after all, especially in that little black dress.  Although... the woman she was talking to was more to his tastes.  Hmm... that woman looked familiar, by the way... ah, wasn't she that lovely young lady who was with Rowanne MacFinnis that one time?  Chase remembered how Rowanne needed help from the Bratva in usurping her father's position.  That girl... Mai was with her that time, wasn't she?  He wondered what they were talking about.  Based on their body language... were those two perhaps into each other?<br/><br/>The one that really caught his attention, however, was the cute and sexy young lady in the burgundy dress.  It looked like she was waiting for somebody.  Under normal circumstances, he would be walking over there right about now to talk to her and see if she was interested.  Maybe buy her a drink.<br/><br/>His thoughts were interrupted, however, when his partner in crime sat down at the table and slid a drink over to him.  It wasn't really his choice of drink, but... whatever.  A drink's a drink.<br/><br/>"Dude, if this works, I'm buying.  We're getting the good stuff next time.  Russian Vodka.  You ever had that?" Chase chuckled before taking a swig from his own beer.  He grimaced at the awful taste, though he supposed he had worse.  Setting his drink down, he looked over the three names that had been set in front of him.  Rubbing his chin thoughtfully, he considered their choices, "Hmm... this one... no.  They already did a transfer recently, so there's not much left in their vault right now.  That one's way too small league.  Even if we pull it off, we'll get maybe page nine news<em>at best</em>.  This one, though... eh... I suppose...?  I mean, if I had to choose between these three?"<br/><br/>They needed something big.  They needed something bold.  They needed something that will guarantee that their faces will be plastered all over the front page news.  Well... their masks, anyway.  It wouldn't do if their real faces were exposed.<br/><br/>"Wasn't there a big name Casino in this city that's gonna host some big event really soon?  I think they've got a celebrity guest dropping in to do a show or something."<br/><br/>Chase looked back down at the three names that Charles had written down.  Was that casino one of those three?