Cyrus grinned.<span style="font-style: italic">Got her.</span>He turned to the barkeep. "Jack on the rocks. Easy on the rocks." He turned back to his company. "My story? Not much to tell really. I'm an actor. That's probably my biggest accomplishment. I'm working on a series of movies right now, actually. Just finished a shooting right before I came here." He was of course talking about the hidden camera in his bedroom. The one in the vent that documented his nights with many women. All the orgies, bondage, and god knows what else.<br/><br/>At that time, Cyrus felt eyes on him. He sipped his drink. The gaze felt very uncomfortable, but almost familiar at the same time. Did that woman show up? What was her name...? Sarah? No... Cyrus shook his head. Her name wasn't important. All that mattered was that body of hers. Maybe if he hurried, he could make it to the Olive Garden and squeeze out one more night with her? He then looked at his company.<span style="font-style: italic">Nah, this one has a nice enough little body on her.</span>He managed to distract himself from the eyes burning into the back of his head and downed the rest of his drink in one gulp.<br/><br/>"Another!" He called to the barkeep, sliding his glass across the bar. In no time, he had another drink in his hand. "So, you never introduced yourself, darling. May I have the pleasure of knowing to whom I am speaking?"