[START] Club Heaven
The room was dim, lit by several small lamps built into the walls surrounding the boss's office. A five-bladed fan spun lazily in the middle of the ceiling, the off-craftsmanship causing it to rock slightly out of balance. Cigar smoke wafted upwards from an ivory ash tray that sat on the top of the largest piece of furniture in the room, an enormous redwood, seemingly carved from a single piece of wood. The lazily drifting smoke mingles with the updraft caused by the ceiling fan and disperses across the ceiling above.
Warren sat in his office high above the floor of the jazz club portion of his establishment. Various books and ledgers were arrayed before him, and he seemed to be staring intently at long lists of numbers as he rolled an exquisitely designed fountain pen between his index finger and thumb. A knock at the door to his office distracted him from his books and he looked up to the heavy oak door, a smoked glass window in the middle with the words office listed on the outside. "Come in," he said. Warren reached out and placed his pen into the art piece he'd procured as a base for it and took up his cigar.
Through the door came one of the Angel's men. "She's here, boss." Most of them had been procured more for their brawn than for their brains. You needed meatheads in a place like this, muscle that could keep people in line, that could take people out back and make an example of someone. "You're going to have to be more specific than that, Tommy," Warren said with a sigh. She could be referring to literally half the population. The problem with hiring people for their brawn over their brain meant that sometimes you had to drag basic information out of them in order to learn anything useful from even basic conversation. "The girl that strong armed Alonzo the Tombstone."
Warren rolled the cigar between his fingers, mimicking the same gesture he'd been doing with his fountain pen just moments before. "Go get her and bring her up here, please."
"Sure thing, boss," Tommy said, quietly closing the door behind him. Leaving behind the bosses office, he walked down a long hallway. Each side had doors that would lead to other rooms that served various purposes. He had no interest in them now, though. He passed by the guard watching over the hallway and then down the stairs, through another door, and then out into the club.
Tommy looked around and didn't spot the woman right away. Slightly frustrated, he made his way over towards the bar. He leaned up against the bar, intent on getting Joe's attention when he was distracted by the red headed dame. "Babe, wow, you are looking too good tonight," he says, reaching up and digging a finger under his collar, letting out a little bit of steam (not literally). Momentarily distracted, he stares at her lecherously for a few seconds before remembering that he was on a mission for the boss. He looked away and slapped onto the bartop to get Joe's attention. "Where the girl go? That dame what took out the Tombstone last week," he asked, and then specified when Joe reminds him that girl could refer to any number of women in the club tonight. Once Joe provided him with directions, he turned and gave one last grin towards Jean and made his way to Monet.
"The boss wants to see you."
When the door was closed again behind Tommy, he set the cigar back down into the ashtray without relighting it and retrieved his fountain pen. While he waited, he would return to his ledgers. He knew that he could hire someone to do this sort of work or him, but Warren had a mind for business and for numbers, and he was a stickler for details.