<em>Ingrid, listening to Dan</em><br/><br/>When Dan piped up, Ingrid listened, still giving the saucy elder of the bunch a toothy grin. He had a lot of bluster but he was still sexy as hell for his age… how old was he again? Fifty?  She knew better than to say that out loud.<br/><br/>Watching cars bounce up and down? Wait. What? She looked at Dan softly, trying to figure out what he meant. Why would people be in cars for this? Nicki would shoot someone...<br/><br/>"These aren't just rabid junkies off the street. These girls model and probably have done some jobs.  Nicki doesn't hire just riffraff shit. These girls are going to be beautiful, clean, and I mean that in more ways than one, and they're likely going to know how to fuck like champs."  She didn't even know if people were listening or not. The idea had just popped in her head to contact Nicki.  "That is if she's even still doing her thing… I don't know, I haven't seen her in a while."<br/><br/>Sighing, she sat back down, blushing because she had thought that the meeting was over.  Apparently she'd misunderstood while getting all caught up in Chase's accent.<br/>