We’ve Escaped… Now Wut?
We've Escaped... Now Wut? Tic and Anthony stepped out of the cab at the hotel and looked at each other before going to check in. Tic had been here before, but that was with Izzy and Stella, presumably so that Izzy could meet up with someone to "restock his shelves". Tic wondered if this level of sleaze would be a problem for Detective Pellecano, although by all indications, he didn't think it would be a problem. Americans are a funny lot, Tic thought, never really fully who they say they are, usually a lot darker than they believe themselves to be. As they were checking in, Tic pulls out his (fake) French driver's license and credit card with the name "Pierre de la Croix" and handed it to the punked out mistress popping her gum behind the counter. Tic admired her bubble gum pink hair and self-confidence as he coyly lingered over her tits held up by her dayglo dress and name badge that simply read "Candi". She would have to be confident to...