After his shift ended, Stanley sat in his car and breathed a sigh of relief as he loosens the gray tie around his collar. Now, that was over with he needed to get to a store that sold Halloween related items. And maybe, swing by the Coco Bongo to see if Christine is working or not. He first met Christine, in seventh grade when she was the new girl in school. She was a rather sweet girl, a bit of on the heavy side, and was passionate about music and arts. Hell, she saved him from getting his ass kicked by some dude that was picking on him. Maybe, she has a free ticket to the event he thought. Though, then again maybe Dorian and Niko won't give free tickets. He turned the car ignition on, with a twist of his wrist as the car started up. He packed out of the empty parking lot, exiting it as he turned left and went straight till he turned on Melerian Street, to the right and saw a sign in neon colors 'Tiki and more curiosity' with the open sign light still blinking. Something told him, deep in his subconscious to pull over and park the car. So, that what's he did. He pulled the car over, parallel parking the street and reaching for some quarters in his money pouch he had in the car. Unbuckling his seat belt, he opened the driver door a tiny bit just to make sure in the door mirror reflection that no one was coming. Opening it up, he pulled his legs away from the brake and gas pedal and turned the car off. Taking the key out of the ignition, he went and stood up then closed the driver door before locking it. His leg's carried him towards the store door, opening it and being greeted with Hawaiian music, and what smelled like pineapples. He saw the display of shelves, filled with tiki totems both small and medium among the other things. A sound, of what appeared to be a bell dinged as a heavy, tall, very tan man with jet black hair placed in a braid and had a facial tattoo came out.

"Aloha, welcome to Tiki and more curiosity. I'm Mauha, my family runs this store slash museum. Can, I help you with anything?" Mauha spoke, holding what appeared to be a bowl with something.

Stanley walked up to the register stand, "I was wondering if you guys have something for Halloween related. And, a few people told me that this place is uh definitely interesting."

Mauha laughs, placing the bowl as it turned out to be an upside down pineapple cake with vanilla ice cream. "Ah, yes this store is very interesting and a bit haunted. As for the Halloween thing, we don't have much to be fair. We ran out of Maui related stuff, ever since Disney released Moana big guys keep coming into the store to grab and pay for something that would pass there costume off as Maui related."

Stanley sighed, great now what. Wait, did he said this place was haunted? "What do you mean, by haunted?"

Mauha grabbed the bowl, placing it on the registers one a shelf as he squats down to reach something. "Heard, of that incident two week's ago? A team of scuba divers was doing some research work, and two of them got killed when a log fell on them in the water."

Stanley saw that on the TV, that was a big disaster for that group that was doing an investigation on a certain water area that might have had something to do with Vikings maybe. "Yeah, their results weren't good and concluded that the so-called Viking ship that may have been from the actual time period of the Vikings turned out to be a missing prop from like an uh movie that never made it on the screen back in the old days."

Mauha stood up, after closing whatever it was that was behind the register. "Yeah, well in this box," He lifted a black and silver box with a symbol of what may be used to ward off evil, it even looked like it was recently drawn "three day's after that incident an old man came in, dropped this weird looking mask said he found it on a floating barge of garbage and wanted money for it. I gave him money, and not even a day later I came to open the store and I swore I heard whispers. Evil, chanting."

"Is that why there is a warding symbol on it?" Stanley point to the symbol.

"Ah yes, friend, you a smart man. But, yes ever since then I try to keep this mask in there which hasn't helped. Though, some reason I have this feeling that you might want it." Mauha stared at him, before opening the box to reveal the mask; it was a facial mask with a wood that had turned green over the years and what appeared to be a bronze nosepiece and other things around the mask.

Somehow, Stanley couldn't keep his eyes off of it. It was like it was calling to him, which was rather unusual. He then watched as the man closed the box, "It's a lovely mask, but, I am unsure if you want to sell it."

Mauha laughed, it was a hearty laugh as he opened up the register. "Listen, mister, I will sell you the mask at whatever price. Let's see as memory served me I bought the mask for like twenty-five dollars."

Stanley fumbled for his wallet, grabbing it out and opening it up to pull a fifty dollar bill. "Here, I think this should be enough."

Mauha did his usual transaction, it comes to at least thirty-eight dollars and twenty cents. "Your change is eleven dollars and eighty cents. Take the box, it comes with it. Just uh, if you can find a like museum person that specializes in uh these types of mask or something let me know okay. Have a lovely night, Aloha."

Stanley took the money and placed it in his wallet, then reached to grab the box as it can feel how lightweight it is. He exited the shop, passing a drumming tiki that looked like it belongs to the Tiki room in the Disney parks. He went to reach his car keys, unlocking the door and going around and checking to make sure he was cleared to get in. He placed the black and silver box on the passenger seat, sliding himself into the driver seat and closing the door. Okay, now what was he going to do?

Niko Tyrell, a named that is feared in the underworld of crime bosses all over. He has had a reputation in the area, people were afraid of him and they should be. He may have been in his fifties, but, he was still feared. He looked out of the window, that was above the club to see into it and getting the good view. Niko lit his Cuban cigar, puffing on it till it was lit and creating smoke. Looking down into the club, it was a slow night as some people drank their sorrows away. His eyes traveled to the stage, seeing his son slutty girlfriend a bit tipsy and singing on stage. She may have been in her mid to late twenties, but, he would show her how a real man should treat her. His ignorant son, Dorian was truly a dumb ass only wanting this club so his slutty, drinking girlfriend could sing on stage. If it weren't for the De Fireo gang, he wouldn't bought the establishment. But, then again he loves taking over a city. He heard his door open, looking over as his henchmen dragged his deadbeat son inside the dimly light office. It was adorned with old, twenties style artwork and the old gangster way versus what it used to look like with a cowboy meets a freaking hippie feel. His son was a splitting image of him, light to medium brown color hair, somewhat covering his forehead with brown eyes and a strong jaw. He was near his height, and a bit thinner. He never approved of, Dorian ear piercing since they looked ridiculous on him. Especially, the mouth ones which looked gay as shit. His son, Dorian was seriously in deep shit now, after he got told by one of the ear's he hired in this area that two police detectives were snooping around the club this morning an hour ago. When they arrived this afternoon, there wasn't anything said since Dorian was focused on the Halloween event. He had heard rumors, that his beloved son was doing small-time scams in his club. That made his blood boiled since he thought he raised Dorian better than that. He walked over, as the henchmen let him go and stood by in case. Niko placed his cigar on the ashtray, grabbing a nearby golf club.

"Dorian, you are a disappointment." Niko voice was cracked, as he cleared his throat.

"Old man, I was in the middle of something, till your delivery boys grabbed me from downstairs in the basement." Dorian spoke, huffing a bit.

Niko snapped his fingers, the henchmen grabs Dorian and pulled him to his father's little-golfing area that was set up in the back corner. They forced him down, making him lay as one of the henchmen whom was a bit average and was bald places a tee in his mouth that was used to hold a golf ball up. Spitting it out, he see's the other henchman a Hispanic with a red bandana around his forehead grabs a gun from behind his back holster and aims it at Dorian head as the tee is placed back in his mouth. The bald henchman stands up, nodding at Niko as he stood a bit away from his son's head.

"I have gotten some information, that two detectives were snooping around the club." He spoke, slowly swinging the club. "They uh, try to shut it down this morning for some stupid thing you were doing. I've been hearing rumors, though I know there probably true that you have been running this club likes it's your own con shop. If I hear things like that, I lose my concentration and my game goes straight to hell." Niko raises the club, preparing to swing as he looks down at his son's eyes. "You could, too."

He swings the club, hitting the ball and hitting the tee a bit giving his son a bit of a busted lip. "Ow, fuck dad."

Niko steps away, as the henchmen roughly pull Dorian off the floor. Dorian grabs a tissue from his pocket, placing it on his bleeding lip. "I am fed up with you, Dorian. How am I, suppose to leave you my business when you don't even do what you're told?"

Dorian pushes himself away from the henchmen, "What, do you want dad? The club ain't doing hot since we took over. These scams are the only thing to keep this place running since you won't give me money."

Niko turned away from him, sitting on the maple wood, the polish desk that was custom made. "Oh, so it is true then. And the only reason, I won't give you money is because I know for a fact you'll use it to give your girlfriend a bimbo job done on her. Have you ever thought, that maybe she is the reason why you're little," He raised his hands, doing a quotation mark in the air, "'shop' is losing money?"

Dorian growled a low tone, thinking that Tina isn't the reason since she sounded good to him. "What are you saying, then dad that my girlfriend can't sing?"

Niko grabbed his cigar, noticing that the fire was gone as he reached for his lighter. "Yes, that is what I am saying. You could, I don't know get a new act on stage. I believe that, the owner before we bought it had a female employee who had a very pretty voice. Angel like he said, I don't remember the name, but, he told me that he would like her to sing on stage just this once."

Dorian clenched his fist, watching his father grab his lighter and start to flick the thing to let the fire out. "You want some girl, whom we aren't sure is still working here to sing on stage? I am not letting that happen, Tina is the star of the club and nothing will change that."

Niko placed the cigar against his lips, puffing as the fire lit his smoke once more. "Fine, but your not off the chopping block. If you do something stupid again, and I hear about it then you'll have twenty-four hours to leave town." Niko got off the desk, grabbing a new golf club that had a ribbon on it and a little tag. "Otherwise, I'll use this new nine iron your mother bought me on your empty skull if you don't." He walked over, holding the club and pressing the cold metal against his son's cheek. "Is that, understood?"

Dorian nodded, as Niko waved him off. The henchmen grab Dorian, pulling him out of the office and towards the stairs. He turned his head, fixing his black jacket and looking into his reflection to see the damage to his lip. He snarled, checking to make sure his hair was okay and dusted himself off. One day, there will be a new crime boss and it won't be you at all dad, Dorian thought as he walked down the stairs.