Fransisco drove his Rs8 Prototype (http://image.motortrend.com/f/9503966/112_0806_01z+audi_r8_V-12_TDI_LeMans_concept+front_view.jpg) down the street and turned into the parking lot of the Sin Bin with streak of burning rubber and white smoke. The car seemed to roar a few last moments as the engine was cut and the modified suicide doors opened up. Stepping out of the car he activated the security system and stepped towards the club.<br/><br/>Stepping in front of the bouncer he fixed his outfit for the evening (http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6434/rlsuitvz8.png) and made sure he looked presentable before pulling out the selective invitation and a crisp hundred dollar bill for the bouncer.<br/>"Dis...is for yu mi frien..."<br/>His accent was thick and deeply Spanish, English was a second language to him, but he could care less if people understood him when he had enough cash flowing in to make a rich man's mouth water. He loved America and how easy it was to exploit the people and their vices for the native plant of his mother's homeland. Curling his lips into a smile as he nodded his head, when he moved down to see the bill he let himself into the club.<br/><br/>Scanning the lower are of the club, he shook his head and made his way up towards the VIP room, every club had them. He made his way to the bar and leaned over.<br/>"tres patrons y una...umm how you say...Rum n cope"<br/>He took a seat on one of the stools and swung his body around so he could take a look at the stage. Not much was going on right now, so he had time for a few drinks to get him loosened up. While the bartender made his drinks he turned his head back and asked,<br/>"Deese..gurls...they the bes dis town have?"<br/>A mischievous grin crossed his face, as the entire scene of the club was absorbed by his scanning vision, nodding in approval he liked what he saw so far.<br/>