Zero shrugged at her question about his crew, and ran a hand along Charisma's bare leg, fingers curling along her inner thigh and scratching lightly.  She had such tender skin.<br/><br/>"Busy working," he said with a smirk that implied they were working for him.  Which was not ... entirely untrue.  Zero's new car was courtesy of a stolen lot he and a few others were moving through the city and off to Europe where they'd bring a nice price.  He'd done his bit and taken his cut in the car - he'd sell it in a few weeks and probably make more than he would have if he'd been paid directly, he just had to wait for it to cool down and get a new VIN plate.<br/><br/>He just glanced over at Charisma's little tease.  "If I catch you spreading your legs for someone else, when I haven't told you to, I'm gonna take my belt to that pretty ass of yours."  He leaned forward and kissed her.  "I like you too much to let you wander, baby."<br/><br/>Zero wasn't jealous, but he was possessive.  Charisma was his until he didn't want he anymore.  Though the idea of ... passing her around did have it's appeal.  Especially if he could make money off it.  He traced lines along Charisma's bare skin, spelling out PRETTY SLUT or COCK along her shin or the sensitive skin on her thigh.  She shivered occasionally, ticklish, but he just gripped her harder with a gruff "Hold still."<br/><br/>Most of his attention was on the club.  He'd gotten a date with his girl so he had some cover for whatever was going down tonight.  The chum was gathering, that's for sure.  Zero tensed, fingers flexing on Charisma's legs when he saw the Archon swagger in.  He had long, old memories of the sort - tinpot dictators, all of them.  He settled right down with a table of freakboys, so maybe he was a regular after all.  He marked out the others sitting alone, watching the crowd but not dancing, not toking, not picking up a fuck.  Probably here like he was, sniffing out a job.  Nothing was happening yet, though and he turned his attention back to Charisma for a bit.<br/><br/>"Fetch me a drink," he told her, his smile friendly enough, but the request was more of an order.  Charisma was high maintenance and wanted attention, Zero responded by making her fetch and carry.  Sometimes she was a good girl about it and sometimes she was bad.  Either way had its pleasures.