The music was blasting and the drunken fools were plentiful. Mika had an easy time of pretending to be a drunk party girl. If she was lucky she might snag some big bucks to help her old man pay off his debt. Everything was going smoothly until she heard the voice of someone familiar from behind. [i]"Want to search one of my pockets?"[/i] It was Walt Ashmore, a rich kid she had run into from time to time. Mika turned to face him. She moved in close to grind on him face to face. [b]"Hey there Heff. You scouting for new girls to play with you in your mansion?"[/b] She slipped the wallet she had taken from the previous mark and slipped it discreetly in her pocket and started to move her hands about. [b]"Funny I don't see any playmates..."[/b]