<div class="floatleft">(http://metrouk2.files.wordpress.com/2014/03/the-rock.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Moses Price<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Arriving at Giorgio's<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ethan<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Three Piece Gucci Suit (http://www3.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Premiere+Warner+Bros+Pictures+Journey+2+Mysterious+GZ5gUCHsZV5x.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>He'd been at work a few nights ago when his cell beeped. It was the tone he had for any number not saved in his phone, so he opened it, expecting a wrong number or spam, but when he read the message he was surprised to say the least. A request to meet up at Giorgio's for a potentially lucrative opportunity. He had nothing to lose, so he quickly responded, texting back that he'd be there.<br/><br/>Now was the big day, and dressed to the nine's, he pulled up outside Giorgio's and parked. He looked around before walking in and told the doorman he was there for the Hess Party. He was led to the back and nodded appreciatively at the spread. He loaded his plate with three sandwiches, a small bowl with some salad, and a full cup that was halfway filled with Bourbon.<br/><br/>Sitting down, he looked at the man he assumed had called him and probably others. But he noted he was the first here aside from the man himself. It was nearly impossible for him to be late if he could help it, and most times he was early. But for now he just wanted to know one thing. "How many more we gettin'?" Even though he'd spent years in the states, you could still hear the Brit in him.<br/>