Who: Mauri and Open
When: Thursday Evening
Where: Streets of SoHo

Maurizio took a deep, rather unnecessary breath, focusing on the streets ahead of him. Prostitutes lingered on the street corners, their glazed eyes half-watching the crowds for any interested custom. Maurizio glided by them, giving them a charming smile even if the hard glint in his eyes showed his disinterest for the evening. Usually, he'd chat them up, even if he didn't purchase a bit of their time, just to see how busy the streets were.

If the police were out.

His and Percy's little stunt earlier had been fun, no doubt about that, but he couldn't help but feel a bit paranoid since it happened. Sliding past the doors of one of the clubs, barely noticed thanks to his stealth, he made his way inside through the press of people and slipped up to the bar. "Vodka rocks, please."