"Ah shit." Cooper breathed, the scene unfolding before the world. The Ace Automobile he'd stolen did not live up to its name, having broken down and revealed itself as the piece of shit it was in front of this fancy night club no less. [i]Chk chk foom[/i]. A small spark illuminated his handsome face as he lit himself his last cigarette. He was going to save it for later, but fuck it all, he needed it right now.  

He took a long drag from that sweet sweet black, and let out a stream of smoke from his mouth and nostrils. "Fuckin' grummy hayburner." he said to himself quietly. He spent a minute or two devising what his next move would be. He'd might need to move this car, and get it out of sight quick. He knew that whoever had owned it wouldn't be at a swanky get together like this place, but it was still evidence of a crime. 

He looked around. No one had noticed him though. Most of the folks were either inside or stumbling away drunk or with a fine dame in their arms. He wouldn't mind either, truth be told. But he decided to distance himself from the car. "First things first." he muttered, pushing himself off the side of the car and looking in the mirror, combing his hair to perfection before making his way into the nightclub. 

He had his hands in his pockets and looking as casual as can be. If you act like you're supposed to be someplace, no one ever stops you. He winked at the Matradee. "Hey darling." the conman said, leaning forward so she got a nice look at his toned arms and blue eyes. "You think you can find me a nice place to take a load off? Hell of a day." he chuckled, his smile infectious.