The Tops was, as usual, swingin'. Stability and relative peace brought tourists, and the Chairmen were only too happy to accommodate. After being nodded through by security (she had her favorite handgun on her, a gift from Joshua Graham, but it was overlooked), she approached the desk where Swank was waiting for her.

"Hey, pretty lady, we were wondering if you were gonna show," he offered his trademark smile. He and Six has established a bit of a rapport in the last few months, and, yes there was some mild flirtation, but she enjoyed the mutual respect they shared and the nice working relationship they had, though she would admit, if pressed and plied after a couple of his famous vodka martinis, that it was pretty nice to be flattered by a handsome man every so often. "Lemme get you a drink, doll, before I take you back poolside. No doubt there's a setup back there, but you'll want to be nice and loose tonight, baby."

"Cut the bullshit, Swank. What's up? We just had a meeting with the casino bosses last Wednesday, and if you wanted any special favors you should have asked then."

"No doubt, sweetness. This is... complicated," his grin faltered for a split second as he handed her a whiskey and started walking her towards the back door, "and you know I know better than to try to play you." He stopped in front of the double doors, "which is why you need to know this ain't comin' from Swank the business man, who knows what side his bread is buttered on. This is, well, it's a family thing."

With that he gently pushed her through the door way and closed them behind her.

Six turned around to see the courtyard decorated with strings of lights with a single table for two in the middle, set with candles and wine, and a basket of sweet smelling somethings. On the chair opposite the door sat...

"Fuck, Benny."