He looked at the money in his hand. He smirked and fanned the cash to someone.<br/>"That's loyalty!" He put the money away, commenting on the fact she payed full price for her usual amount when he could have saved her money. With a faint flash his hand materialized back into normal flesh as he leaned forward, placing his elbows on his thighs as he watched the crowd.<br/>"Thats tonight business. I'll leave it to you." He sai to his entourage. He grabbed a plate of food off the table and stood up, leaving the VIP area as he ate while he walked. People waved, greeted and gave shoutouts on how awesome his club was. He returned their affections absentmindedly, still bored when he felt the chill night air hit his face. Boredom usually spawned this behavior; tossing the plate after he finished, Mr. Manson Murdoc decided it was time to spur on his urban legend.