An hour of boredom, and then excitement; vital spike, no guns or nothing, but fuck it all why was there always a problem?  Damn woman probably did something-<br/><br/>...okay, that was new.  Time to improvise with the guard as she came back to meatspace.<br/><br/>Spanish/"What the hell?!  You think I'm leaving now?!  Bitch hasn't given me my money, and she owes me a<em>lot</em>!" Harper shoots back, pulling out the jack and letting it zip back into her head, opening the window so she was better heard by the sec-guard, before grabbing her perky tits. "You think I go everywhere with my tits out like this without plans for a cashout for a show?!  Let me in there to get my fucking nuyen out before your VIP or whatever gets pissy!  What'd she do anyway, fuck the manager or something?!"