His stare, grey and intense, followed Brandon's firm ass until it went out of sight near the bar area.  Derrik's attention turned back to Christian then, nodding toward him before walking with him through a door.  It led to an off-limits area where only staff were permitted.  Once behind the shiny door, it was as he expected.  Boxes with contents waiting to find homes inside the dance club.  Plain walls and a hallway with doors leading off either side.<br/><br/>He followed Christian to a room, obviously an office and another gentleman.  He was older, middle-aged, dressed in a rather sharp suit while sitting behind a computer.  The large man waited just outside while Christian grabbed a packet of papers.<br/><br/>He was handed papers and pointed to a small conference room.  Derrik fingered the packet in his hand while walking into the room and pulling out a chair, but before he sat down, he looked back to Christian.  "Nah.  I think I have all I need, thanks."<br/><br/>Derrik sat down and began to fill out the forms.  He got through them quickly, double checking after all were completed.  The man stood and brought them to the desk Jeremy sat at, setting them down and giving the man a nod before letting himself back out onto the club floor.  He sought the bar to perhaps have another chat with Brandon...and another look as well.