The man sighed as he was dragged around by the Don, chuckling every now and then. "I'm not pussyfooting anything." He raised an eyebrow, looking over to where Nora and the other man were sitting. "Honestly, I haven't had time to look. Or feel. Getting this stuff out of a safe and into a truck wasn't easy you know." He grinned, finally finishing off his first bottle, grabbing a second one and uncorking it. "Uhm, listen, I'm not sure if you've realized this, but there's your daughter and her cousin aren't touching anything, they're just sitting there. I tried to get Nora into a partying spirit, but I didn't have much luck I guess." Trent shrugged, shaking his head. "I think, I think I might be able to help with that actually. I know of this really nice little club down by the docks. Good music, good drinks if you know who to talk to. You think I could..... maybe escort Nora to the place? After all, she needs a drink. At the very least to celebrate bringing the stuff in."<br/><br/>For a moment he thought, eyeing the other man, his head cocked slightly to the side. "Hell, you know what? The both of them could come. They both need to calm down a lil' bit. I don't like seeing people all high-sprung like that." With a flourish he grabbed another bottle, seeing Neil was out once again. He quickly uncorked it and handed it to him, shaking his head. "Holy Jesus, you sure can handle your stuff can't ya?"