Jeff stifled an urge to roll his eyes as he pulled down a bottle of bourbon from the shelf, grabbing a pair of fresh glasses for their drinks.  Ave certainly had a reputation, and she was most definitely living up to it right now.  She was almost to the point of being abrasive, Jeff decided as he dropped a few ice cubes into the glasses.<br/><br/>Pouring a shot of the dark liquor into his short glass, he threw his head back and downed it quickly before filling it back up.  He did the same with the other glass, and as he carried it across the room, he nodded.  "She is definitely high price material, I'll grant you that.  And very well behaved."<br/><br/>Jeff leaned in a little to hand Dee her drink, smiling as he spoke, and letting his eyes roam downward a little.  Stepping back, he moved to lean back against his desk and took a slow sip.  He was starting to feel a bit warmer, the nerves in his hand noticeably dulled as his fingers pressed against the wood of his desk.  He was rapidly approaching his limit on whiskey for the time being, that was for sure.  He hoped that he and Ave could come to some tentative agreement fairly soon.  Her attitude was starting to wear thin.<br/><br/>"Listen, I can promise you that no one knows the dangers of this place better than me.  I don't stand to gain anything from the women getting hurt, or stalked, or harassed.  I've already been thinking about ways to segregate the average chumps from the girls, and the people that have the kind of money we're looking for.  We can have complete isolation if that works for you, and in fact, I would prefer it that way myself."  Jeff took another sip and set the highball glass on the desk, the dark liquid glinting in the ambient light of the office.  He pushed himself forward from where he was leaning, walking a little as he continued.<br/><br/>"This place is massive, as far as clubs go.  We have an enormous amount of private space.  As I said, money is not an issue here, and we can make any changes that we need."