OOC: Yay! It begins.
And used, they sound good, you should be good at this as you're quite a talented writing person.
Anyway...
Lloyd pulled a box of cigarettes from the inside pocket of his jacket with one hand, and a book of matches from the East st. bar from another. Without putting the briefcase down, he took a cigarette from the box, lit it with one of the matches and replaced the matchbook and box in their respective pockets. He shook the burning match out and dropped it into a large, ornate ashtray on the Oddfather's desk. Turned towards the door, he began to follow the recently departed cronies out of the office.
"Did I tell you to leave?" asked the Oddfather, without looking up from the heavy, leather-bound book he was silently reading from.
"Sorry boss, I was just on my way to drop the moolah off at the warehouse."
The Oddfather looked up from the book, which the valet closed and put back on the empty bookshelf behind him.
"That won't be necessary Lloyd, I wasn't going to give you an evening off. I want you to drive us," he nodded to his valet, "to the hotel."
The large, luxury hotel was in Broadway, a busy avenue in the city centre, the hotel was a front for many of the mafia's operations. The bar was usually full of henchmen. In the basement was a large store of documents, drugs and weaponry. Also, in the lobby behind the check-in desk, the Oddfather had a lavishly furnished office where he conducted many of his meetings.
"I fancy a nice drink in the bar before I retire to my home tonight. Oh, and I need to meet an important guest, a wealthy important guest, I may be requiring your services again by the end of the meeting."
Lloyd sighed.
"Very well." He opened the door and the three of them left the smokey office.