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As the roadster peels away, you see a rather stunned looking Rachael shaking her purse at you.

"You scoundrel! You promised!"

Rachael leans to whisper in your ear, John, that guy is the leader of the Italian-Mexican mafia! They run illegal animal fights all over town. See those three guys by the front door? Those are his enforcers! Lets get out of here before they feed us to his dogs!

That said, she smiles demurely at Phat Tony and makes her way towards to bar her beer in one hand.

Oh, John you truly do know how to have a good time!

She enters the nightclub hanging from your arm.

Her eyes narrow as she asks,But do remember our deal...After drinks you'll give me the scoop of the century..right?

Come, Darling. Do show me this club you were talking about.

She bats one alluring eyelash your way.

You promised me an exclusive remember?

Another bat of her eyelash.