James was running late, an unfortunately circumstance that had been happening more frequently lately than he liked.  The auctioneer of the sale (case in point he provided certain drugs free of charge or record to the club) had dropped him a note that there would be a neko for sale this time around and that had perked his interest.<br/><br/>He hopped out of the limo, snagging a pair of briefcases.  One held the necessary cash for the sale and the other medicines that the club owner had indicated that they'd be needing.  He paused at the administrative offices long enough to leave the second briefcase with a trusted colliege before heading over to where the auction would no doubt be taking place.<br/><br/>"Rum and coke."   He ordered from the bartender, smiling in reassurance to the well dressed and well heeled woman.  Drink in hand, he wandered into the lounge with the other buyers.