Sayid took stock of the goings on of the club thus far.<br/><br/>Two girls had come and gone on stage, and both had received a handsome amount from the cleintel who had chosen to watch and reward their performances. He cared little about that money, for he'd already agreed that stage tips were 100% theirs.<br/><br/>Ali had already disappeared into a booth with a customer.<em>"Simply the best,"</em>he thought to himself, his dick tingling, his thoughts wandering.<em>"Great tits too"</em>he chuckled to himself, making yet another of his private jokes. Being on the upper echelon of the Sin Bin meant that he was usually his own target audience when it came to his variety of comedy.<br/><br/>He was aware that the eyes of law enforcement were watching, but so far he could see nothing for which he could be prosecuted. In fact, Sayid knew quite well that sooner or later, Paul Buchanen would be serviced in such a way that would absolutely prevent him from shutting down the VIP activities of the club . . .<br/><br/>Something had caught the owner's eye. Lacey had been conversing with a bartender, which she was entitled to do,<em>but</em>, she'd walked away with a gold bottle from the shelf. Sayid couldn't help but notice that no money had changed hands, but nonetheless, she had returned to Mr. AIG with the spirit.<br/><br/>Sayid slyly walked over to the bar, peering over the counter and noticing the gap on the shelf. He addressed the bartender immediately:<br/><br/><em>"That bottle you gave her was no home brand. No sir, that most certainly was not from the cheap shelf".</em>He didn't say her name, he didn't say his name, Sayid just let his words hang over him like a dark cloud about to unleash a bolt of lightning upon him.<br/><br/>The man blubbered in response, arguing helplessly.<em>"She was so sure of herself about making enough money to pay the house back and . . . stuff"</em>. He himself knew that he'd done wrong. Sayid hardly listened:<br/><br/><em>"Neither of you had permission to take such an expensive risk. You and I know damn well that you just fell victim to a hot pair of legs. The only difference is that I can't disturb her, because those same legs pull in a lot more than you do. Hence making you more disposable . . . lets hope it doesn't come to that,"</em>he warned. The bartender merely looked at the floor.<br/><br/><em>"In the meantime Daniel, keep staring at those high heels of hers from across the floor, you might not ever have the chance again,"</em>and with that, he walked off, making a mental note to catch Lacey and give out to her in a similar manner, just as soon as she lifted herself from the bulge in the AIG executive's pants . . .