Jake watched as the cop fled the office, red-faced and fuming. He fought every urge to not do something to mock him. There was a lot he could've done. Flip him off, moon him, call him names...but the last thing this place needed was for someone to piss off the officer any further. Instead, he set his eyes on his target: the office. He jogged into the building, a grin on his face as he entered.<br/><br/><strong>"Hey man,"</strong>[/b] he greeted as he gestured to shake hands with the owner of this luscious establishment.<strong>"I'm Jake and I'm lookin' to, uh...get my 'car washed'."</strong>[/b]<br/><br/>He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He opened it up and, if Mike happened to glance in, stared momentarily at the huge bundle of twenty dollar bills. He had plenty of cash for this place, along with however much he wanted to tip the girl that chose to give him service. Poker was a dangerous game, and as his frat buddies know now, he was like a deadly snake at the game.<br/><br/><strong>"Now I've got pretty much all day for this, so I can wait, but do you know how long until the next girl can take my car in?"</strong>he then looked behind him to make sure the cop was still long gone, then leaned in.<strong>"And, uh...y'know how far any of these girls are willing to go for a good tip?"</strong>[/b]