Brandon had never been the kind to take time off from work, but in the circumstances where this is no work, taking time off is unavoidable.<br/><br/>He had been told about this place by a friend, and figured it would serve him better than the other low-quality bars and brothels he visited during his brief bouts of free time. The front desk was a bit of an annoyance, needing to spend the better part of twenty minutes disarming himself before he could be let inside. Of course, once he was inside, it proved to be completely worth it.<br/><br/>The golden manacles o the hostesses was a nice touch, Brandon's dominance complex making him want to treat them roughly right off the bat... but he'd play nice for now, no sense in getting kicked out of a club you just arrived at.<br/><br/>Arriving at the bar, and giving the servers and bit of a lustful glance, he placed placed a credit chip on the counter.<br/><br/>"Give me something strong to start the night off, will ya darlin'?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>