Jeff's eyes swept across the open area of the club as he left the VIP, thumbing his nose a little and straightening his shirt.  He'd been rather... indisposed, and didn't hear that Ave-Maria had arrived with another girl.  Hoping that her notorious impatience hadn't already taken over, he headed out through the gathered crowd, past the line of people waiting to enter the VIP.  Idly, he wondered with a bit of amusement at why Ave hadn't just gone straight in... No one would have stopped her.<br/><br/>Jeff didn't see her in line, so he made his way toward the bar.  As he approached, he rolled his eyes and shook his head.<em>Not again,</em>he thought.  The tracker was going at it a little too hard, as usual.  It was irritating, to say the least, to give someone special privileges, and then to watch as they abused them repeatedly.  Still, Mr. Striker had only so much slack.  He would either learn to keep his behavior under control, or he would tie his own noose.<br/><br/>He nodded in approval to the bouncer as he carried Striker out, and moved toward the bar where Ave and her girl were sitting.  "My apologies, Ave.  Unfortunately that kind of thing does happen now and then."<br/>Glancing over at the bartender, who was still sporting a rather confused expression, Jeff snapped his fingers and pointed to the bar in front of him.  Clearly, the bartender understood, and he nodded before walking away.  "I was a little busy when you arrived," Jeff said casually, looking only at Ave.  "I hope you're still up for discussing some business.  I'm sure it will be well worth both our time."<br/><br/>The bartender returned with a drink that looked very similar to Ave's, although perhaps a bit lighter in color, and Jeff gave him a small nod before taking it from the bar.  "If you would, follow me to my office?  It's much quieter."  He offered a hand to her as he spoke, moving to lead them back toward the VIP section.