Taiga was a very good judge of character, facial expressions, and body language. He saw the sweat stand out, the man's hands curl into fists, heard his breath stutter.<br/><br/>"Loki, then," he said, and said nothing more as he led him out of the club. The valet for the club's VIP guests, what few this place attracted, sauntered forward and took the two cards from Taiga's bodyguard. As they waited for the cars to be brought out from parking, Taiga watched Loki, considering him.<br/><br/>"What do they have you hooked on," he said, voice even and somehow quieter outside the sex-charged club. "Just opiates? A variety? Do you know?"<br/><br/>A gorgeous black Porsche SUV slid in beside them. The bodyguard climbed into that. A moment later a two-seat Ferrari worth millions of dollars curled up to the club, the doors red as a maraschino cherry opening upwards like wings as the giddy valet climbed out beaming.<br/><br/>"Nice car," he told him, and Taiga gave him a hundred dollar tip.<br/><br/>"Get in, Loki," he told him, swinging the keys and walking around to the driver side. He climbed into his car, humming. Pulled out his iPhone and pressed it into the charging stand. The doors would close once both of them were in.