Christopher Miles exited a cab, paying off the cab driver looking down to make sure that this place was the right address. The place looked more like a Bakery than anything it was a nice place, it looked like a good front for anything that would be illegal. Chris stepped through the door looking around his fedora a top of his head, wearing his white shirt and red tie around his neck. Chris was a bit surprised at the sight, the place looked really good everything really flowed well with the colors.  Chris was trying to ponder everything in his head, he remembered the phrase somewhat and he hoped he wasn't wrong. "..With whipped cream on top." Chris walked on into the building further in and past the back carrying his suitcase in, his belt was a chain that ran through his belt loops holding up his pants with a padlock as the buckle.<br/><br/>This was Chris's first time to be in a place like this stepping into a room where there was just a shelf, not realizing it was a hidden door. If anyone would come looking for this place they wouldn't find the hidden secrets. Chris gently pressed on the wall where the shelf hung and a door opened up with a staircase leading down. Chris stepped and walked down the steps looking over and watching the change of scenery as he entered the new room. He looked to the side noticing the bulge of a firearm on the woman that stood no more than 5 feet from him. Chris tipped his hat to her and entered the bar area, looking around trying to get the feel of the new area of the Bakery. Chris would have never thought that a nice and hip club would be at the bottom of a place like this, he was amazed at everything.<br/><br/>He walked over to the bar sitting down at it looking over at the different hard alcohol, this place had it all and he was bewildered at it. It looked like Chris had found his home away from home, even if that meant he had no actual home. He got the attention of the barkeep, "A glass of your finest hooch please." When his glass arrived he nodded his head and sipped his hooch, his eyes went wide. "Damn, now that is the stuff!" Chris looked around the room rolling his arms and stretching leaning back for a stretch cracking his bones, his fine toned build was showing from his shirt that wrapped snugly around his body, he would mind his own business and admire the scenery while sipping on his glass of hooch.