The Blue Swan Restaurant

[Mr. Anders]

The Blue Swan Restaurant is on the first two levels of the hotel. It is by far the faciest and most distiguished restaurant in all of Chicago. It has different rooms, separated by only half walls each having a flower bed running through the wall to give the enitre restaurant a feelling of tranquility. Each room has a different look to them and each has a different name. The Starlight room is furnished like this:


The Artistan room is furnished as:


Wedding room is furnished like:


There is a second floor to the restaurant which is quite well furnished and is quite a lovely view.


Only the finest foods from all over the world are made here and prepared to perfection by the proffesional chefs. The Blue Swan Restaurant is the perfect place for a romantic night.

[Mr. Anders]

It was seven o’clock at night in Chicago. The streetlights had come on, even though the sun had not completely gone down. The Blue Swan restaurant was alive and bustling with customers and rather upstanding gentlemen and ladies for matter of fact. Of course their business was good, but Mr. Anders had other business that he wanted to attend to. That was why, for one of the few times he had come down to his restaurant to meet the businessmen that would be arriving soon. Mr. Anders and about four bodyguards stood at the revolving doors to await their arrival. About seven minutes past seven a white limo pulled up to the hotel steps. Several attendants went to the door of the limo and opened both sets. As they did so, four men stepped out that were wearing several thousand dollars suites. One suite was red, another black, another blue and the last and dark green color. Mr. Anders himself was wearing a black suite. He preferred black above anything else. It was simple and made a point. That point being, he was a serious man. The four men walked through the doors and Mr. Anders greeted them, shaking all their hands firmly.
“ Good evening gentlemen, I am glad that you could make it,” Mr. Anders said, beckoning for them to follow him into the restaurant. The men nodded and followed Mr. Anders into the restaurant and all the way into a back room. Mr. Anders closed the veil that led to the room and then sat down on the cushioned seats that lined a rectangular table. The men had already sat down. Mr. Anders gave a smile and then spoke.
“ It is good to see that everyone is here. I believe we will be making ourselves quite the friends with our deal tonight,” He said with a smile. The men nodded and the man in the black suite spoke.
“ Indeed we shall, and we shall become quite profitable from the deal,” he said and chuckled, as did the other men.
“ Well,” Mr. Anders said calmly, “ Business later, first we eat,” Mr. Anders said with a smile as waiters came into the room. They had a variety of soups and salads for the men to begin with.

[Ivy Heart]

*Ivy rushed down the hall towards the restaurant.* Geeze I'm late! *She had gotten a call form Mr. Anders that an important bunch of business men were here tonight and that they needed a certain bit of entertainment... * Hello *She said to the sound man and then started her routine. It was a simple but elegant one classic jazz with a twinge of soul and her costume was so revealing it could make a priest kick a hole in a stain glass window.*

[Mr. Anders]

The four men that were sitting on Mr. Anders seat watched Ivy as she danced in front of them. The music was good, but to tell the truth, none of the men were listening to it. They were too bussy watching Ivy. Of course, it was a fine view and she was a fine dancer, with very little clothing on, so it intreeged the men even more. While Ivy was dancing the ontree meal came. It was a massive dinner of lobser, salmon, huge shrimp, sterlion steak and ribs. With a smile the men began to eat, there eyes still on Ivy. Mr. Anders's eyes were watching her to, but in a different way. He was wondering if she had informed her that the men sitting next to him tipped very generously, like in the hundreds generously. `

[Ivy Heart]

*Finishing her performance and covered in sweat Ivy bowed and gracefully started to leave.* Thank you gentlemen, enjoy your meal.