"Relax. Your order is coming through." Iris stated, filling up the glasses requested and passed them to Desmond. Then from out of nowhere, a group of men would approach the counter, guns drawn. "Alright you! We're taking over your little joint! Everyone, hands in the air, immediately! Or you'll get shot!" Iris immediately stepped over the counter and approached them. "Oh?~ Threatening to take my little establishment, are you?" "Yes! Wow, you must of been born retarded. Either that or your job has gotten to your head, dominatrix lady." "Um, boss? Maybe you shouldn't mess with her..." "Or what?~ What's this whore going to do to me? She'd probably tickle me with her fake equipment or threaten to smother me like the bitch she is." Iris then turned towards Desmond. "I'll handle this one darling. Keep an eye on the general crowd okay?~"