Leading them both back the way they had come, Jeff made sure not to outpace them as the place was thick with bodies.  As the music was still thumping and pounding around them, contained and amplified in the enclosed space of the club, it was a task to hear anything in particular.  Occasionally someone would pull Jeff aside as they walked, leaning in to speak to him and smiling.  Most of them took note of the beautiful women that were walking arm in arm behind him however, and moved on quickly.  Those that didn't were quickly brushed aside, and soon they were moving past the line for the VIP section.<br/><br/>It hadn't gotten any shorter whatsoever, although the faces were new.  That is, if any of the faces were ever truly new; after a certain point for Jeff, they had all begun to look the same.  On a good day, it was amusing.  On a bad day, it was downright irritating.  Still, he had appearances to keep, and he gave them a fairly genuine-looking smile as he passed, leading Ave and Dee into the VIP without stopping.  Once inside, the music quieted a little, although the ever-present bass pumped onward.  There were fewer interruptions now, as most people were already involved in some conversation or another, but everyone took note of the trio walking quickly to the back.<br/><br/>An imposing, official-looking door stood at the back corner of the VIP section, and Jeff took his keys from his pocket and unlocked it.  The heavy door opened into a hall, and he let them enter before closing the door behind them.  Almost immediately the music was gone, only the faintest trace of it left, and the lighting was low and soft.  Jeff laughed a little and grinned faintly.  "Much better, right?  My office is this way."<br/><br/>His door was the last on the right, and he turned the handle.  Swinging it open wide, he smiled at Ave and waved a hand.  "Right this way, Miss Ave.  Feel free to sit anywhere."<br/>Jeff followed in behind them, and the smile quickly left his face.  Instead, there was a look of sudden shock as he saw Ricardo, all but naked save for his shorts and holding a highball glass of... something.  Something brown.  Jeff glanced to his desk, and seeing the bottle, he snorted.  Whiskey.  It seemed to be a theme this evening.<br/><br/>"Well, well.  Good to see you again, Ricardo.  So... is there something I can help you with?"  Jeff moved past the two women, an eyebrow raised at Ricardo, and he picked up the bottle of whiskey, topping off his drink from the bar.  This meeting with Ave was not going quite as planned already, and they hadn't even made introductions.  It was beginning to stress him more than he would have liked.