Fabre

Fabre

The scent of Chanel N° 5 dominated the air of the function room, which was filled to the brim with various dignitaries that mingled with suspicious individuals. Their reputations smacked of crime involvement, especially drugs. The distinct odor of Cuban cigars and whiskey was overpowering; the lips of each and every one of them constantly whisked the pungencies as they spoke their foul tongue. Politicians, businessmen, and gangsters alike will gain an unimaginable amount of profit from the deals being made here, today. As the air became bitter with smoke, so too did the deals. After a time the deals being done had become almost monotonous, unlike the words of the jazz song in the background which gradually insinuated themselves into the subconsciousness of its audience; their stark contrast with the impoverished souls of the people became obvious to only the more astute among them. As the night went on, the tensions and the disparities of this group began to