Tales of New Amsterdam
Ranateng's Night Out
April 3, 1961
Frustrated by being asked to just hang out in a slow and quiet bar in Harlem with no one to talk to but Louis for the majority of his time, Ranateng became extremely bored and decided he was going to go out for a night on the town. Catching a subway to Midtown, he proceeded to find the biggest, loudest, most high end party he could. Fortunately for him, this was the blatantly obvious opening of the new Jager Hotel. The entire street was filled with a great deal of pomp and circumstance, culminating with a red carpet into the lobby of the newly minted hotel. Not one to be perturbed by the situation, he relied on years of military training to realize that the front entrance would not be tactically prudent. Instead, he snuck around and in through the staff entrance, after stashing his lucky coat for safekeeping. When inside he managed to “kindly convince” a party goer to lend him the clothing which was no longer being used. More blatantly, he wandered several of the hotel room levels of the hotel until he heard a a group of people enjoying themselves quite loudly. He picked the lock to the door and quietly took a tuxedo that had been discarded, all without being noticed by the group of people on the bed.
Thoroughly cleaned up, Ranateng took himself to the lobby where he availed himself of the two open bars that were available for the good and the great of New Amsterdam. Everything would have gone off without a hitch, until he intervened in the hallway outside of the washrooms when two 20-something males were attempting to foist themselves, and an unidentified narcotic, upon a Cecilia Jager. Ranateng was able to resolve the situation without blowing the fact that he was a meta, and found himself involved with the heiress for the rest of the night. The downside? He made the front page of the tabloids.