Marty woke up with a languid yawn. He'd had the craziest dream. Jimmy had gone and stolen a whole truckload of gin from Giuseppe Masseria's boys and well like everything Jimmy did it ended up bad. Full on tommy gun bad. He remembered a woman in a bell dancer outfit and a guy in a fox costume? Oh wait, the absynthe he thought remembering the heady spirits, that must be it. He got up a took stock of his surroundings, to call them posh would have been an understatement. He must Have done something right to have ended up with digs like these. That's when he noticed the distinctive aroma of fresh bacon, a smell that immediately sent his stomach to rumbling. He quickly made his way to the bathroom and availed himself of the toiletries there. He didn't want to disrespect whoever was paying for this by looking disheveled. He showered, shaved, and slicked back his coal black hair before slipping into the freshly pressed suit that was waiting for him. "Now let's see what smells so good" he said to himself as he exited his room. Following the hallway he came to the common area. He nodded at the boy in the jeans hunched over his coffee and felt the pangs of sympathy, he'd been there before hangovers were a bitch. A few seats down was a young woman. Judging by her clothes she had to be with someone with money, maybe even his unknown host. Strange he couldn't remember who that was...oh well Marty was sure it would come to him eventually. He did tip his hat at the young lady, no reason to be rude after all then turned to the attendant. "Bacon and eggs, sunny side up if you will, I'd be much obliged."