[RL with Donna]
Vino waited comfortably for his date for the evening, leaning casually against the monument with his hands in his pockets. He wore his standard outfit for killing - black slacks, black turtlenecked shirt, and a long black duster, only his bright red hair standing out in the night, but the fedora he wore obscured that somewhat.
When Donna arrived, she'd likely realize quickly that this just simply wasn't 1999. The buildings were lower, not tall spires of metal and glass like she was used to. The cars that rumbled by on the rough streets were primitive, and many of the street lights were still gas, not electric. This was Depression Era America, and the park was littered with beggars sleeping on benches and lying in gutters.
When Donna arrived, she'd likely realize quickly that this just simply wasn't 1999. The buildings were lower, not tall spires of metal and glass like she was used to. The cars that rumbled by on the rough streets were primitive, and many of the street lights were still gas, not electric. This was Depression Era America, and the park was littered with beggars sleeping on benches and lying in gutters.