<em>Henry Pratz and Joshua Harris' phone conversation</em><br/><br/>The phone in Old Man Harris office rang and he picked it up without missing a beat, "Yeah?"<br/><br/>"Mr. Harris," The smooth voice of Mayor Henry Pratz filled the phone, one of the Fucking Gulch more anonymous and well-paying customer. He had just gotten into town from another meeting three towns over and as far as his family and the town was aware, he wasn't supposed to be back home until tomorrow morning. That left him with enough time to go to the Fucking Gulch and indulge himself. It had been almost two weeks since he had been able to take time out and he was well past the point of caring that the brothel was about to close soon. "I'm on my way. Get a room ready with one of your ladies. I want her in the room by the time I make it there."<br/><br/>"You know we're about to close," Old Man Harris said dryly, knowing that it was simply a comment. If the Mayor wanted to come after hours, they would make an exception for him.<br/><br/>"I don't care if you're about to close. Send all those bastards home and leave me with one or two of the girls that will take good care of me," The Mayor snapped into the phone before he sighed, releasing a chuckle, "Come on, Josh. Don't be difficult."<br/><br/>The was a lengthy pause before there was a quiet, "Come through the back. We'll have a room ready." As soon as the call was disconnected, Old Man Harris placed a call up to the bar, his voice short, "Make sure Miss Orchid is out of sight. Big Daddy is coming to visit."