<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/mDV66ep.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Oscar Valdez<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>Around 1230 Hundred Hours.  63 Wall Street, New York, New York.  Penthouse (Kitchen)<br/><strong>Attire:</strong>Blue-grey<del>business jacket and</del>slacks.  White dress shirt, sleeves rolled up Black shoes.  Black sunglasses.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Stephanie Kane<br/><br/><hr/><br/>“A gal like me can hope so, Stevie, my dear.” He shot back with a sly grin as he turned back to the pot.<br/><br/>Another few stirs, and the lid was replaced over the pot, with it's heat set to low to simmer.  How morbid it felt, to consider that he might be cooking his last meal.  If it was indeed going to be the last thing on his plate and mind before kicking the bucket, well, there were worst things to be feasting on when the bells would begin to toll.<br/><br/>Oscar's attention turned to the treasure trove of goods procured from the street.  “So...  Find anything good out there on your little field trip to the library?” He asked, taking a seat down at the island of the kitchen before opening a candy bar, and flipping through one of the celebrity news magazines.  “I had a few options in mind for this shindig, but thought it'd be better to go over them with the group...  You know...  team building shit and stuff like that...”