[u][b]FRANK HARDING[/b][/u]

It was business as usual, his daughter was out hustling at some party, all the regulars were behind on their gym fees, and Frank owed money to a shady loanshark. He had been coaching a sparring match when the geared up agents busted in and told everyone to freeze. Frank stood up from his corner of the ring, hands on his head, and said. "Alright, which one o' you fuckin' clowns went and pissed of the FBI? Larry, Joey, Marco?" To his surprise the agents immediately recognized Frank and proceeded to detain him. "Okay, okay. I ain't resistin' dammit. So what's the charges?" The agent just continued to move him out of the gym. "Hey I got a right to know what I'm bein' charged for you idiot!" The agent shoved Frank in the van and another one gagged and blindfolded him. 

[b][u]MIKA HARDING[/u][/b]

Mika got close enough to speak into Walt's ear as the DJ switched to a song by Daft Punk. "Like you'd know what's it's like. The biggest jam you've ever been in was figuring out which fancy new sports car to drive here tonight." She couldn't help resenting people with money and power but Walt wasn't actually that bad. She only teased him about it to rile him up. She moved away from him slightly and grabbed his hand. "You're buying me a drink." Before he could refuse or make a witty remark she started dragging him to the bar.