"Here we are, i'll call you back, be careful when leaving, i don't llike the looks of this place, go out through another route." Alexander told the driver before getting out of the car. He had been here once, not on business but with his friends, that was years ago. "Since then, these few blocks have changed a lot." he muttered going inside quickly. "The pot of gold" he said with a chuckle, remmebering the joke behind the name.<br/><br/>Inside, it hadn't changed much, in contrast with the street outside. It was the same irish pub his friends dragged him to on his 21st birthday. He scanned the tables looking for a familiar face. "Over here" whispered a voice behind his back from an open door. Alexander headed inside carefully and took of his coat, placing the vamp rose on the table. "Our gardener sends greetings..."<br/><br/>The figure at the other side of the table leaned forward, the room was too dim for Alexander to look his face. "Good, good, i see you've come, you can pick that rose up. Let's get to business. This are the specifications, this the check with the first half and these are the files of the test subjects and their consentment forms." Alexander check them briefly and nudded, placing all in one folder. "This will take some time, and i hope that check is a third and not the half." The man chuckled and motioned to someone behind him, who moved forward and gave Alexander another check. "You are a good businessman, now let's discuss what i expect. Louie, bring Mr. Berei his drink."<br/><br/>