<div align="center"><strong>Jason: On the Patio with Cassie</strong></div><br/>Jason walked along with Cassie onto the patio, and glad now that she had followed along. Once outside, he slid the door back shut and smiled toward her with his arm still in hers. Of course that didn't last for long, and she broke off the hold to move away and lean against the railing. He simply gave a belated nod at her comment about their friends, then stepped forward as he braced his hand against a support beam from the patio to lean against it.<strong>"Their relationship is good, it seems."</strong>He said with a tilt of his head, not sure he was even qualified to comment on a courtship much less a marriage.<br/><br/>Though when Cassie asked about business, the sly smile returned to Jason's lips.<strong>"Business is good."</strong>He answered simply at first, pushing off the beam to prop himself on the railing beside her.<strong>"If you were meaning what <em>is</em> my business, well that's another matter."</strong>He finished as he looked into her eyes with a tilt of his head, and then turned away to stare out at the beach that was behind them.<br/><br/>Jason thought on the set up for a moment as the waves rolled against the sand, and chuckled aloud after but a moment.<strong>"I at first just started it up as a small bar. It wasn't long though, with new ideas rolling in, better entertainment, soon I had an establishment that rivaled the old 'mega clubs' that died out in the nineties."</strong>He explained, and gestured his hand out just a bit.<strong>"Once that happened, I propositioned a corporate company to further back me and open more places like it. They accepted, and now I own several more."</strong>The words might have sounded bragging, but he was anything but.<br/><br/>Jason had a wide grin at that point, and he just looked back at her with a shrug.<strong>"Anyhow, now you know the story of how I stumbled into my fortune. So, how have things been for you? I heard you had some sort of library gig, or something like that."</strong>He asked, his brow furrowing as he mentioned the library. It wasn't a look like he thought the idea was bad, more the  look that he either did not remember what was said or he didn't listen. He knew in his mind that it had to have been one of the two, but for the life of him he couldn't remember right now.