An Eagle and Blue Jay

Another Unexpected Wake-up

Y/N: Alright, Hialeah, here I am... through here and down the Downtown road into the center square...

*Y/N looks around the run down slums of the old downtown area. Homeless people and gangs riddled the streets. When any teenage "gang" members tried to approach Y/N or his car, he'd just turn his car into neutral and let the screaming revs of the car deafen them and run off*

Y/N: This is not how I remembered this place. Also, sketchy? No shit...

*Y/N goes into the alleyway that Ari told him about and approaches his car inside. He sees a doorway at the end of the alleyway with around 4 guys protecting the outside*

Y/N: Hmm, must be the place then...

*Then, the four guys approach Y/N's car as he gets out and leaves his helmet on while taking off his steering wheel*

Guard: Purpose?

Y/N: I'm here to see Beckham. I was told to have a talk to him.

Guard: By who and why?

Y/N: Ari Gonzalez. And it's a business thing.

*The guard looked at him and nodded to his other guards. They went behind Y/N's car, protecting him and they unlock the door of the hideout to him. Y/N entered and the door shut. He saw an entire beer hall full of tables and people with a band with a DJ singing. There were slot machines and poker tables. It was an entire speakeasy casino full of lowlifes and gamblers throughout the Hialeah district. Y/N took off his helmet and looked around in awe at the massive hall as he started looking around for Beckham*

Random drunk guy: I'm going to... to... make you drink some low fat water!

Another random drunk guy: Well I'm an atheist! You can't do... do that...

Y/N: Heh, it's just an entire beer hall full of drunk and gambling comedics...

*Y/N goes up to the bartender and sits on one of the standing swivel chairs*

Bartender: Whatchu want?

Y/N: An answer.

Bartender: To what?

Y/N: Where is Beckham?

Bartender: He's probably screwing around the casino and probably getting himself drunk at one of the tables. Though the man's got a... sophisticated look to him though. You can't miss him.

Y/N: Alright thanks.

*Y/N hands the bartender a few virtual credits and walks off*

Y/N: Go buy yourself a drink.

Bartender: Thanks hermano.

*Y/N looks around in the drunk center of probably the world as he tries to find Beckham*

Y/N: Hmm, this is gonna take a bit...

*Y/N starts looking for about half an hour for Beckham by looking through all the tables looking for anyone that was "sophisticated"*

Y/N: No. No. I already checked there...

Random Drunk Guy: And so I checked the website of that orphanage, and it had no home page!

*The random drunk guy's voice sounded a bit more posh than the rest of the people Y/N had seen around and he decided to go up to him*

Y/N: Hey!

Random Drunk Guy: *Hic* Yeah?

Y/N: Two things. One, Joke was funny as hell. Two, are you Beckham?

Beckham: Sure is boy-o!