He had laughed when she backtracked about the odor of his home. Like he cared about someone's opinion. He had enough money to soak the walls in whatever the malls pushed as the latest scent. Wouldn't be a proper den if it didn't smell like whores. He was a nostalgic man, also, and liked it. "Hey, you're talking about my mother." he'd muttered, and even he couldn't quite keep a straight face through the joke. A self-congratulatory huff put more chimney smoke out his nose.<br/><br/>"Mhm." about Sydney, which of course made him even more curious about her. One warm eye had seen Jule's abhorrent reaction. He'd known about it, but seeing her so momma-bear about the other woman made Kade determined to at least meet this bartender-by-association. He finally peeked under the shadow of his arm when the cold card covered his navel. "Look at that." he chimed as he sat, picking the card up from where it fell on his crotch. He pinched it like a cigarette, between two knuckles and waved it at her, one eye closed like he was thinking of flicking it.<br/><br/>"I thought you were going to be a fucking problem, J." he said and smelled the plastic, eyes still trained on her. "So this is what Syd smells like?" He knocked a corner against the glass of the table and one of his guards came in. Ivan. He took the card and went away after depositing a small bag where the card had laid. She was being cute by the window by the time Ivan went into the other room, and Kade wanted to play. Juliette never gave it up, but she was still friendly. He thought that was the best possible locked-up pussy - polite, so it only grinded on him a little.<br/><br/>"What, this?" he asked and shook the bag at her. A couple of stamps. A pill. Shit, Ivan had really thought Jule was going to get a lot. He ended up dangling it over her head, enjoying how her eyes stuck to the plastic. He hid his hand under her top again, squeezing the tit he'd gotten fond of. "You know, you're okay, J. You're gonna get extra today if you show me..."<br/><br/>He recognized Ivan's steps. It was a serious walk. Kade's body cooled as he put the bag into his shirt pocket, like a pocket square, for her to see but not reach for, while the large man mumbled something into the recently awoken king's ear. Kade's pretty mouth lost all its remaining humor when the big guy left again. "Juliette." he said as he pulled his hand back from her tit like it had burnt him. "Fucking..." he muttered and stepped away from her. "The card's empty. And that's all you have, girl?"<br/><br/>He sighed deeply, ragged, and sat precariously on the glass table. There was a syringe there and he picked it up to wave at her. "I always tell myself not to befriend the cute ones, but I thought you were cool." Darker eyes now. He threw the needle at her, like sandal at a dog. It didn't stick but he didn't care. "Where's my money, Jule. I'm not playing. You owe me and I've burnt prettier whores than you over less. So. Where the fuck is your two backlogs, bitch." He shot to his feet and the haste put a crack in the glass.