Fransisco's phone vibrated in his pocket, he dug down and pulled it out along with a thick wad of bills he had in his pants. Pushing the phone to his ear he shoved the clip into his coat pocket, the pocket square pushed down and the bills sticking out, enticing any dancer with a wandering eye. He mumbled a few words in Spanish, mostly code in the event this place was wired to catch anyone foolish to open their mouths. Nodding as he spoke, ignoring the music in the background while reaching into his coat's inner pocket for a cigar.<br/><br/>Cigars was his father's trait and it was becoming his slowly, lightning it with a wooden match he puffed one it slowly. The smoke wafting up into the air, the sweet aroma of the best tobacco Cuba had to offer wafted around his comfortable leather chair. He looked around for...he snapped his finger trying to remember, accidentally summoning a waitress.<br/>"Gime anoder roun mami..."<br/>He winked at her while he tried to recall her name.