Jaren takes his soda from Lance and drinks it. Shrugging and stretches out his body. Relaxing as he goes over the books on his virtual watch manual of everything that goes on in the club. He notices something that makes an anamoly in the records. Finding out what it is he realizes that Mikey aka the boss, hired someone new on. He stands up and closes the virtual computer. Walking over to Mikey the short framed eighteen year old walked up to the much older man. His glasses falling down to the end of his nose slowly. "Mikey? I thought we talked about you telling me when you were hiring on new people. It throws off the database and account records every time you do that." He says. His voice soft and gentle yet loud enough to hear over the music. He pushed the glasses up. "Kind of hard to keep you out of the bankrupt lines if you don't give me a warning when you hire people. I already refigured and accounted for the change in budgeting." He blinks and notices the people staring at him. "Hi. Mikey I will let you finish what your doing. I want to bother Lance (the best damn bartender the club has) for some more soda suicides." He walked back towards the bar. The jeans fit him just right and the shirt while business was very casual. He walks over to Lance and hops up on the barstool. Watching as the nights act went up on stage.<br/><br/>He looks at Lance. "I would like a mega soda suicide Lance. Please and thank you." He says. Noticing Lance's upset expression. "Something wrong with the new guy?" He asks. Hearing the words just avoid that guy he was rather puzzled. Shrugging it off. The people in this club had known him since he was ten. He was managing the books since then. Saved Mikey and the club from hostile take over and other such things. They were his family as he had none. They thought of him as their brother. Hearing happy birthday he lights up. "You did remember awesome Lance!" he says. Laughing a bit and takes the uberly huge chocolate cake slice and starts to eat it. "Thanks bro." he says softly.