Ricardo despised clubs, mostly due to the horrendous noise pollution that passed on as music. He could hear the annoying repetitive bass from down the block, getting louder and more annoying with every approaching step. A smile curled across his lips as he saw the long line of people dying to get in, the bouncers doing a fine job of keeping the rabble out. Luckily for the bouncer on duty, he knew "the boss's" face and knew to let him in without acknowledgment.  Jeff was the boss of Club E, a well placed and qualified man to run the show, the perfect establishment to run Masterarm's product to its patrons.<br/><br/>Weaving around the club, he made his way to the nearest bar while en route to the back office. He thumped the bar, wrattling a few glasses to get the attention of the tender.<br/>"CC Sherry Cask- unopened and a glass of ice..."<br/>He waited for the bottle and glass, a set of bloody and raw knuckles reaching out to grab the bottles and glass.<br/>"Put it on your boss's tab."<br/>Without giving a second glance around him or back to the barkeep, he made his way to the back of the club and slipped up to the VIP section and towards the private office that had a full view of the club from above. As the thick door closed behind him, the humming sound of the electric components that fueled the club's power was music to his ears. Walking down the hallway, he found Jeff's office and walked right in. Had he been there or not, he cracked open the bottle and poured himself a drink before he started to strip down. The faster he got out of the splattered clothing the easier it would be to sever his tie with the severe beating and death of the over-zealous dealer, not that anyone would be foolish or stupid enough to come after him.