Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters-Type-Moon does. I'm just writing a story for the characters and hoping that it is entertaining. I am inspired by a lot of media I have been seeing lately, and I wanted to put a twist by introducing my favorite Type-Moon characters into this scenery.

Rating: I'm always going to set it scandalously high just in case the dirty mind takes over during this. Enjoy!

She was lost in the smell and the sound. There was nothing that could take her from the moment. She was in another world-everything from the day had washed away from her in this moment. She sat at the table and watched the scene play before her.

The large blue room was full of tables with groups or couples at them. Spread throughout that were tiny tables of single people watching. The lighting was low, and the candles on the tables gave quite a bit of light. What wasn't on the tables was lit over by the dance floor. You could see couples swaying to the band, jumping as the horns came in with a thick sound that enticed her. If she hadn't been busy, she would have contemplated asking for a dance on the floor, finding a partner and losing herself in the sounds and atmosphere. She had obligations, and she was fulfilling them.

The bar behind her seat was bustling with people complaining about their day and talking to the bartender, which she preferred to call a paid, in-house psychologist. They were in and out of her attention-the swelling of the band seemed to really give them a moment of silence in between their complaints. they almost faded in and out of her, giving a weird cacophony in her head. The smoke in the room made everything a haze and fog against the navy blue of the walls. It almost seemed like a foggy night. She drifted in, imagining the dark of the night, and the sounds accompanying her travels down a dark road. She wished to be there.

The man across from her seemed to make sounds-his mouth moving, but nothing was entering her mind. Finally, she came to after the red head lightly touched her hand. The warmth of his hands seemed to bring her back towards the dream, pulling her away from the image in her mind. The young red head had grasped her attention, slowly she began to focus in on the golden eyes that were staring back at her.

"Are you hearing me?"

Obviously not...How are you so thick?

"No. Sorry. I was listening to the song..." She hadn't lied to him, but she hadn't the courage to tell him that she was just bored with him. He hadn't really been saying much that was useful to her at the time. Although they had been childhood friends, she couldn't help but be annoyed. All he ever wanted to talk about was work, and he consistently just complained about those that he worked with.

What am I supposed to be doing? I can't make your job any better. You have to do it... Complaining doesn't help anything...

The young girl smirked before she gently reached in her purse, pulling out a small cigarette case. After she lit the cigarette, the band on stage finished their set. The horns, set, and singer began to file off stage, heading to the bar to get their money for the evening's performance.

No doubt they didn't earn much...

The club was rather empty for the evening. There weren't too many people to be expected at a jazz club on a Wednesday. Most of the patrons would start the weekend tomorrow. Tonight tended to be a sort of down night for regulars before the weekend players rolled into the clubs. She couldn't help but giggle-she had to have some respect for people who ran these sort of establishments. They relied purely upon people needing to have something extra. Something they shouldn't-no, couldn't-get anywhere else. This jazz was infectious. It was sweeping the nation-a drug that no one was turning down. Once it gone in your blood, you were hooked for life, traveling from club to club to hear the sounds of the horns and voice. They enticed you and seduced you into never leaving, making you forget everything about the day and world around you-a blissful release.

Something I enjoy about the business.

Whether she liked it or not, she was born for this. She had the means, and she had the attitude for what she was doing. There was nothing other than people and merchandise for her. A wicked smile crossed her lips-something that always bothered her younger partner.

Partner is a very nice word for what he is...

The young girl watched as the band filed out towards the green room and dressing rooms of the bar. Clearly, they were done with cashing their checks and were heading to the back. The girl got up out of the chair-a sight that always amazed the red-haired accomplice. She looked dazzling, and you would never think of the personality she had being hidden in such an angelic body. The delicate but very female body got up from the table and began walking towards the area where the band had just crossed. The air was gentle around her, almost sweet and graceful. The red head got up and followed the figure, shaped perfectly in her tight,red dress. The outfit was always very complimentary to her. She wore a beautiful red dress with black heels, a black jacket, and elbow long black gloves while her hair was curled and tied behind her head in the typical popular style of the time.

He followed behind her, keeping his distance close. Although she could handle herself, there was no way that a gal should get too far in a club like this. With ease, she passed into the back-security didn't even take a second look at her.

The young girl sauntered, ready for this day to be over with. She wanted to rest for the evening. She longed for a hot, relaxing bath at her home. Carefully, she opened the door of the green room where the jazz band was sitting. They were all expecting her. They watched her as she walked to a large table in the center of the room-a simple suitcase in the center of the table. The briefcase opened slowly and quietly, revealing its stock.

"Premium, army-grade morphine, my friends. Better than what you are used to, and you'll never want to go back to what you had before..." The girl had a devilish grin. The red haired accomplice watched as the leader of the band-a tall, bronzed woman with long dark hair-came to his companion and handed her an envelope.

Gratitude was exchanged, and the girl turned on her heels before leaving. The band knew how to get ahold of her, and she wasn't too worried. They were going to buy again, and she knew it. She sauntered out of the room and to her right, passing the people beginning to clean up after the club had closed for the evening. A sharp turn to her right, and she left through a door into the alley. The weather was dark, and it was beautiful. There was a bite to the air, but nothing that was unbearable. It was comfortable. Perfect for this large city.

There her accomplice separated from her, heading towards his parked car while she grabbed a cab-they never took long. Who would pass up this young beauty?

"Night, Rin. Be careful."

She giggled. He was always so innocent...so aware of the job they had.

"Good night, Emiya... Take care."

She had been left alone for so long in her life-a hefty inheritance had come her way after the loss of both her parents. They had left her so young. She had attended a private school until high school, where she went to a public school. As much as she had hated it, the decision had been out of necessity. Her private school was disagreeing with her temperament, demanding that she had to stick to a church and leading that lifestyle-that had never been something for Rin Tohsaka to consider, so she had left them when she no longer needed them.

There she had met a large arrangement of people throughout her schooling-most did not like her. However, this one had always stuck around: Emiya Shirou. He had always been very kind to her, having needed someone to look after him. When she was the "new kid", he had always made it a point to take care of her and make her feel welcome. Even after she had left high school and sought to be on her own, he kept popping up in places. She didn't understand why, but she didn't fight it. At least he understood her policies and need for privacy. She couldn't deny the necessity of that, and he had seemed to adapt to her lifestyle quite easily.

With her luck, she had to wait even less today. A man was getting into a cab as she neared the corner, and he gave it up. The man opened the door, and, with a bow, gave it to her for the evening. With a gentle thank you, Rin got into the car as he shut the door behind her. As she gave her address, a newspaper in the seat caught her attention.

That man probably set it in here before he intended to get into it. What does it say?

"January 21, 1946. Veterans return home to a new world after WWII."

She giggled to herself

Indeed. It is a new world...

With that, Rin watched out the window as the beautiful lights and sounds of LA passed through her eyes, reminding her of the beautiful city's intoxicating life style.