[b]Suddenly, everything went completely white. His head throbbed, his senses dulled. His mouth went dry. It was hard to breathe. It was miserable. He couldn’t think, his head was spinning. It was like someone had suddenly injected him with something like cyanide. He began to feel extremely nauseous, like he would vomit any second. Then, he slipped into unconsciousness. When he awoke, he was somewhere completely different. It was a bar, a very big one at that. It had perhaps hundreds of people in it, all drinking an assortment of cocktails and mixtures that only the best of mixologists could create. The tables were made of mahogany, as was the bar. The stools were topped with velvet, and the chairs had red cushions on them. The attire of the people around him was strange as well, looking extremely outdated and old-fashioned. Whatever had brought him here had a proclivity for the fifties, it seemed. He was actually wearing a padded suit as well, like many men in the crowd. A shot of whiskey lay in his right hand, a shot of some pink liquid in his left. Across the table from him was a woman, looking at him expectedly.[/b] “Well? Are you taking the deal or not?” [b]It was strange, no matter how hard he tried, he could make any specific features out about her. It was... Unsettling, to say the least.[/b]