Perhaps a tad too long given the criteria and not my best attempt but, still
Adrianne Frost stepped through the open doorway of the Montague Casino, shaking the icy cold rain from her umbrella as she did. The familiar sounds of the city streets outside the, honking of horns, revving of engines and barking of stray Dogs, were soon replaced by the equally familiar sounds of a party in full swing. Laughter, casual chatter, clinking of glasses and a Jazz Band playing as if Johnny Cartwright, the owner of the Casino, himself, had offered them the sun, the moon and the earth as payment for their services.
Frost quickly adjusted the Dark Blue Fedora sitting on her head and took a moment to survey the scene. Several of the key players, including Johnny himself, were engaged in a civil game of poker, three were chatting up Women at the Craps table and two more were crowded around the roulette wheel, the telling looks on their faces indicating they’d completely blown their last few turns.
However, they were of no interest to her. No, the man she was here for, the one she’d been tasked with eliminating, was one Jimmy Toulon. Jimmy was Cartwrights Step Brother and most trusted associate, as well as the head of the Dusk light Drug Cartel. A handsome man of average height and build, Jimmy was sitting at the bar swivelling his half full glass around in his left hand and looking rather forlorn for a guy whose birthday party it was, Guess money really doesn’t buy you happiness in this town! Adrianne thought, as she briefly fiddled with the Cyanide capsule in her coat pocket
She approached the bar, purposefully, avoiding the other party goers as she did and making sure to catch the eye of the bartender. He looked up from the Highball glass he was cleaning and, upon seeing her approaching, turned to put it back on the shelf “Seats not taken, is it?” she asked, pulling the empty bar-stool, next to Jimmy’s own, toward her.
Toulon quickly looked up from his drink, startled “Oh! no, not at all” he said, smiling, a smile she quickly returned as she sat down. After a moment, he asked “Can I get you something to drink?”
She thought for a moment and then replied “Lambrusco” he nodded
“Can I get a glass of Lambrusco for my Lady Friend?” he asked, turning to the barman, “Also, give me another glass of Crown Royal, pronto” he ordered, before turning back to face her