<strong>Jay and Steph, parked</strong><br/><br/>Jay smirked at that last part, and looked at her. "Oh yeah?" he asked, then shook his head, drawing his phone. He started the car, and glimpsed at her. "Bluestar club okay with you?" he asked. It was a large night club, that would let you in because your money was good, and on those bases alone. If the cops caught you, it was your fault. He began writing out a text, making sure Steph didn't see what he wrote, but not making it obvious. He scrolled to Patrick, and sent the text.<br/><br/><strong>Hey hun. Sry i hav been mean. Cum to Bluestar. 20 mins. Steph.</strong><br/><br/>Jay handed her the rest of the chips, and started the car up, reversing onto the road, and driving to the club, parking in the large car park behind the club. He stretched, and looked at her. "So, you ready to shake that nice little ass?" he asked her, then grabbed his pistol, stuffing it into the front of his pants, first checking the safety on it. He turned the car off, and looked her over. "Alright, come on" he said, then climbed out of the car, looking around the carpark, hearing the thump of Bluestar's sound system.