Avé was already on edge from being in Club Ecstasy for far too long. She wasn't sure how she was going to handle things when the 'merger' went through. The whole scene left a bad taste in her mouth that she kept replaying in her head. Bar fights, raunchy girls, it was almost no different than the brothel, accept there, she would lack the control she was used to. While it was good for business, the ordeal was going to take a toll on Avé's sanity. And now this, a dead middle man whose killers could have been on their way across the border by now. Hell, they could very well have been stalking the street Avé had been parked on for the last hour and a half. That was all she and her sister needed; their names getting into the wrong hands. Then the prosecution and media rape would soon follow, like it did with the careless Heidi Fleiss.<em>Oh fuck.</em><br/><br/>The thought made her slam on her cigarette button on her consul, violently. Oddly enough, she didn't have any cigarettes with her, because she didn't smoke them. Yet, while she waited for the electric lighter to heat, Avé peered around the street, before proceeding to undo the cover to her hidden compartment. There on the side of her car door was a retractable cover. The forearm deep compartment it revealed held various toys Avé liked to keep close to her, besides the Berreta. A couple billy clubs took up most of the space in the panel, while her guns faced barrel down in there custom housing cases.<br/><br/>"Jackpot." Literally. As her slender fingers sunk down into the tight space, it pinched upon a sneaking little thing that had been so conveniently smashed under one of her billy clubs. A neatly rolled up piece of heaven.<br/><br/><em>Pop.</em>The cigarette lighter was primed for ignition. With a relieved sigh, Avé put the joint to her lips and inhaled as the car lighter heated up the paper and weed. Sending the hot smoke darting to the back of her throat and into her lungs. She held it in as long as she could, before gracefully releasing that reminiscent smell of hemp into the air. "I should have had this a<em>long</em>time ago."<br/><br/>It was on her third hit that Avé could hear some commotion in the distance. The street wasn't very subtle on hiding crime and violence. The voice of an old man echoed through the air. Mid exhale Avé was joking on her smoke. Amid her  uncontrollable coughing, she watched as a cute little Asian girl came running down the street.<em>'Not one of our girls.'</em>Avé thought as she killed the butt of her private pleasure. Leaving it sitting on her dashboard. She sat back and watched for the girls pimp to come after her.<br/><br/>Time was ticking by slowly and it agitated Avé. She would never have let one of her girls run out on a customer like that. Nor would she have let the ho just sit on her lazy ass and wallow in her self pity. "Hmm. Maybe she isn't a turnout."<br/><br/>Avé  got out of her car and crossed the street warily. Giving harsh glances to anyone who thought of approaching, as she neared the crying girl. There was no way to be inconspicuous about her advancing proximity. The stiletto boots had an uncanny click to them. Avé squatted on near the sobbing stranger, opposite her bag. "Hey...you really shouldn't be sitting on this street corner. People might get the wrong idea." She looked around to check on her car and the crazy street whores and chronics watching. "If you need a place to stay..." She said with a heavy sigh, "I know some where safe." What it would cost could be discussed later.