<strong>Bert- Main Lobby</strong><br/><br/>The books were a mess, and Bert didn't have anyone to blame but himself. Worse still was the fact that he wasn't even sorry. The date with Vivienne had been worth every ounce of trouble that followed, even if he had loused things up in the end. He hung his head for a moment, cursing himself for being so clumsy.<br/><br/>It was good that Pearl had been in such a hurry to get her next client up to room #2, because otherwise he might have missed it, throwing the books into further chaos. He made note of both her and the client, occupying the room. He assumed that he'd purchase the total package, but he wanted to wait for the sounds from within to confirm.<br/><br/>Just as Bert didn't think that things could be much worse, Dark strode confidently in through the front door of the Fucking Gulch. He smirked at Bert as he tossed his hat and scarf at the much larger man.<br/><br/>"Big Black Bert! My Big Black Brother! What's happening?" Dark taunted, the cynicism evident in his voice. "Don't hold back. Tell me how your date went."<br/><br/>"Your threesome isn't booked until next Saturday Mr. Dark." Bert muttered, not wanting to tell this irritating sadist any of the details of his intimate evening with Viv-Amethyst. "What could we do for you tonight?"<br/><br/>"What? I can't stop by to hear about how things went with your whole 'Pretty Woman' experiment? I thought we were pals, Three-B." Dark continued teasing. "So you're not going to tell me? Maybe I should go ask your girlfriend, maybe somewhere quiet. Maybe not so quiet, maybe so loud you can hear how it's really done. Take notes and such."<br/><br/>Dark snatched the pencil from the top of Bert's precious ledger book, and waived it through the air, mimicking notes. Bert quickly snatched the pencil back and rose to his full intimidating height. Dark just raised his hands, playfully, revealing three crisp hundred dollar bills in one hand that he passed off.<br/><br/>"I might want two tonight, also. You never can tell." Dark continued to tease as he descended the stairs into the basement. "Someone needs to bring me an ice water. Preferably someone crawling."