When Andrew walked in, he found himself greeted by a body guard and was told to follow him to where the boss would be. He thought for a moment how embarrassing this was. Or maybe this should be a compliment, obviously something made him stick out. Besides, it was the owner of the joint that he wanted to speak to anyways.<br/><br/>As he followed the body guard up the stairs, his trained eyes searched the crowd for any illegal activities. Finding none, he focused on the task that was ahead of him. Delainey found himself wondering what kind of a man he would find. Surely some kind of horny asshole to run a place like this. The thought made his shoulders stiffen, as he remembered again that this was where Korra worked.<br/><br/>When they reached the top, the body guard stepped aside and nodded his head to the door. Andrew stared at the burly man for a moment. At first he thought about asking the guard to precede him into the room, but immediately felt ashamed of such a reaction. He had his pistol on his hip, damn it! Now was not a time to be nervous.<br/><br/>With that, Andrew straightened his shoulders, and strutted into the office.