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Tommy stalked down the hall. He glanced as a woman in a tight mini skirt, knee high boots and smutty red crop top stepped out of a room. She giggled and toyed with her blonde hair as she waved goodbye. The smart man was wrapped in a silk bathrobe. He smacked the woman playfully on the bum. The woman giggled and turned her back on her client counting her money as she went. She looked Tommy up and down and winked, "Looking for a good time" she whispered as she past him. Tommy smirked and opened a door numbered 47.
The room was light and airy. The walls were covered in pastel grey and gilded wallpaper. A white leather sofa rested in the centre of the room. A small mahogany drinks cabinet stood proudly in the corner while a door next to it lead off to a king size bedroom complete with en-suit.
Tommy closed the door tightly behind him and tossed his duffle bag on the sofa, instantly heading for the drinks cabernet. He poured himself a scotch and sat on the cool sofa, looking at the magnificent view of the city. Tommy watched as people carried on with their lives blissfully unaware of the new power that was going to wash away the major gangs of Liberty City. He raised his glass in a silent toast, "This city will soon be mine" he said to himself as she emptied the glass in a single mouthful.
Tommy examined the glass for a moment before he let it fall onto the cushions of the sofa. He stood up and stretched. It was his first evening back in Liberty city and he was spending it getting drunk in a hotel room. He sighed and towards the door. He grabbed his keys and left the room, planning a night on the town.
The streets of Staunton Island were packed with bustling people. A mixture of drunks, drug addicts, prostates and thieves roamed around in the dimming light. Tommy Vercetti moved among them. He headed into a quiet looking bar and sat at a grubby barstool as he waited to be severed. Tommy ordered a martini and sat sipping it as he looked around the room. He raised an eyebrow slightly as he caught sight of a familiar redhead. He watched absently as he noticed her and her boyfriend talking quietly. The redhead's boyfriend got up and scurried off to the toilets. Tommy noticed his chance and leapt up, walking calmly over to the redhead. He peered over the redhead shoulder, "Well fancy seeing you here" he whispered with a suave smile. He moved around and sat in the chair next to the redhead. The woman blushed and giggled nervously, "Well I wouldn't hang around unless you want trouble from my boyfriend". Tommy laughed and looked into her crystal blue eyes, "I'm sure I can cope with him". The redhead laughed as well. Tommy broke off his gaze with the redhead, his eyes seemed to be drawn to a shimmering object that hung around her neck. His face dropped as he recognized it instantly. He felt a tiny wave of anger wash over him, "Where did you get that beautiful necklace?" he asked trying to keep the conversation relaxed and casual. The redhead smiled and toyed with the necklace, "My boyfriend bought it for me, isn't he great" she said proudly.
At that point the scruffy boyfriend returned from the bathroom. He scowled at Tommy, "Hey what the hell do you think your doing?" he said angrily. The strong smell of liquor was carried on his breath. Tommy stood up quickly so that both men stood eye to eye. He glanced at the redhead, his fingers wrapped around the necklace. He pulled it quickly, the thin cold chain snapped. He held up the necklace up at the boyfriend, "Where did you get this?" Tommy demanded, ignoring the startled reaction of the redhead. The boyfriend scowled and attempted to snatch the necklace but Tommy pulled it away swiftly.
There was a click from behind the bar. The bartender, a short and smelly little man held a shotgun tightly. "I don't want any trouble, so take it outside" he said in a threatening tone. The boyfriend nodded in content, "Sounds good to me" he said angrily as he shoved Tommy towards the door. The redhead shook her head at her boyfriend's violent behaviour but stayed in her seat, not wanting to get involved.
Outside Tommy and the man stood in the shadows of the bar's alleyway. As the man was about to throw the first punch Tommy grabbed his wrist and twisted it until her heard the crack of broken bone. The man screeched in pain. Tommy didn't let go of her wrist as he spoke calmly and slowly, making sure that the man understood every word, "Where did you get the necklace!" The man whimpered as reality began to sink in, "I...I found it at a pawnshop in the red light district". Tommy nodded and let go of his wrist; he turned sharply on his heel. He threw one last glance at the man before he slipped back into the flow of people.
