Christian couldn't resist a quick slap to Brandon's ass as he left. "Best out there," he agreed with his comment about being an expert, "and while I wish I could say I paid him like one the little brat wouldn't even notice a paycheck." He chuckled and shook his head before beckoning to Derrik. "Come on, let's get you set up."<br/><br/>He took the overly large bouncer wanna-be through the door that led into the back areas. From the shiny steel precision of the lock on the door, it wasn't an area intended to be frequented during club operating hours. For now though, boxes littered the hallway and took up several of the rooms. Christian went into a door on the right side of the hallway that opened into a room with a sizeable desk, chair, computer set-up complete with printer, and a private liquor cabinet in the corner. Several filing cabinets took up the far wall, and a middle-aged man in a suit was sitting in front of the computer.<br/><br/>"Jeremy," Christian said as he walked over to the cabinets and opened a drawer. He pulled out a packet and turned around back to Derrik, pointing across the hall. "This one's open, you can fill it out in here. Just leave it on that desk when you get done," he pointed behind him, "and feel free to wander around a little. Opening night's in two weeks." He pushed open the door, opening up a room that was sparsely furnished but had a round conference table with chairs around it. "Got any questions before I leave ya?"