"Alright, I'll be honest right now. You're not the first person I had in mind to bring, but just work with me for tonight. You got that?" Caroline looked at Chell as she nodded. "Good, now if -"

A male's voice interrupted her. "Caroline! So glad you could make it!"

Caroline's eyes searched for the source. Two men were standing near them; one with white hair, the other chestnut and wore a pair of glasses. "Breen," she muttered while glaring, "I didn't expect to see you as soon as we walked through the doors."

"Well, now aren't you the bee's knees." He let out a nearly inaudible laugh. Glancing over at the girl next to Caroline, Wallace started again. "You don't strike me as the motherly type."

"What?"

"That girl right next to you."

"What about her?"

"Is she your daughter?"

Caroline's eyes slightly widened as a frown appeared. "She's not my daughter. Nobody's, really." Chell had despondently looked to the side and ambled away, while Caroline and Breen continued bickering. Her gesticulation caught the attention of the young man next to the bosses. As such, he sauntered to the bar to find material to write on.

"Hey, Gordon. What can I get for you?" The man at the bar was Barney. Barney was a bartending bootlegger by night, as he doubled as an undercover police officer at day. "Ah, so you're not getting a drink, huh? Anything you need?" Gordon mimed writing and drew an air scrap of paper. "Gotcha," Barney reached under the counter, pulling out a pen and a small square. "Here ya go." Gordon gave him a smile and started to write.

"Bartender! Need another drink here!" A slightly buzzed patron called out.

"Comin'!" Barney replied. He looked over at Gordon before leaving. "Just leave the pen there whe-. Know what, keep it. We've got lots of them here."

"BARTENDER!"

Looking over at the now impatient civilian, he had quietly said to himself "Oh boy..", then left.

Gordon finished writing his message on the paper and placed it in his pocket. He scanned the club for the girl who came with Boss Caroline. Amidst the crowd, a man in a trench coat and fedora was seated by a table, briefly caught his eyes, then looked away. I haven't even had anything to drink yet and already I've got an uneasy feeling… Shaking it off, he started to look for her again. She was standing by the window, looking out to the city with a melancholic expression. He made his way over and tapped her shoulder.

Sensing a presence behind her, Chell turned around to see. Her eyes opened, then noticed that Gordon had pulled out the scrap of paper he obtained moments before. She grasped the piece and began to read what was written.

So, she's Caroline, huh? I bet she's getting a kick out of being Breen's rival. I doubt she's a saint, but he's no wonder of the world either.

There was additional writing on the back.

My name isn't relatively important, but it's Gordon. May I ask you for yours?

She looked up and began to sign.

My name is Chell.

Smiling, he signed back.

It's nice to meet you.

The band on the other side of the the facility had commenced another tune. People began to pair off and dance. Gordon looked at Chell, grinned, and extended his arm to her.

Care to dance?

She stood motionless for a while, looking back as he still held his arm out. The young woman had cradled the young man's hand with hers. Finding the rhythm, the two had begun.

The man in the coat and fedora observed them, sipped the last of his drink, and left.