The bouncer carried Zack out the employee entrance, setting him on his feet.  "Thanks, I didn't feel like listening to that prick trying to pick up girls while he worked."  Zack said sounding amazingly sober, handing the bouncer two hundred dollar bill from his pocket.  "Just as long as you don't tell anyone that I was only a little buzzed."  He said with a wink before looking around the parking lot.  "So uh, which car is his?"  He said pulling out another hundred, hoping it would be sufficient since it was the last of the money on him.<br/>"Uh, sure."  The bouncer said with a weak smile, as he nodded towards a flashy convertible.  Grabbing the bill from his hand he returned the knife and walked back into the club.<br/><br/>With a smile Zack walked over towards it.  "Time for some fun."  He couldn't help but say it out loud as he flipped his knife open.  Slowly he circled the car, stabbing each tire as he went.  Still not feeling satisfied he looked down at the hood of the car.  "Nice ornament."  He said before ripping the little silver jaguar off the hood.  He knew he was pushing his luck again tonight.  Jeff didn't like it when people made scenes in his club.  With a shrug he started walking away.  An evil grin crept across his face after only a few feet.  Spinning around he whipped the little figure straight at the windshield leaving a nice spider webbed crack in the middle.<br/><br/>The night was still young though, and he didn't have any work at the moment.  Jeff would be overly pissed if he had gone back in, not that it mattered.  He wasn't in charge, and Zack had enough connections with illegitimate business men that even if someone were to try something, he'd be able to disappear.<br/><br/>Walking around to valet parking lot he found his motorcycle, and hopped on.  Speeding past a valet as he began to yell.  Perhaps there'd be some news about his job from earlier, perhaps he should check out a police scanner.  Then again, maybe he should just get off the streets, he did still feel a bit intoxicated.