"No surprisingly, he paid for not prostitutes, escorts. Same car, different attitude." He said as he leaned back in the chair taking a swig of the coffee and just was content with the morning.<br/><br/>Hoss listened to what she did that weekend and saw that star crossed look, "And did he give you those?" Hoss asked pointing to the scratch she had on her head that had healed into a scab and was going away just fine, it was little but to Hoss he had eagle eyes. "Just give me a name and a face and I'll break em." He spotted on her legs she had some bruises, "Or is it something else? Did you finally get laid?" He asked with a more caring father type tone or perhaps best friend wanting to hear an exciting tale, she already had spun him a good one with her heading out to Chyta that was a place he hadn't gone to. As she was talking he interrupt her for a hot second, "Before I forget, get some sleep. We're doing an over night job tonight so I'll be here at 11. Make sure you're dressed and ready." He told her as he then waved a hand, "Please continue." As he sipped his coffee.