<span class="bbc_u">Cole</span><br/><br/>"Oh, uh, yeah, okay. See you around, ladies," Cole managed to squeak out before Jack had all but pushed him out the door. "Down to business, eh? I like that, Jack," the young man laughed, though it felt a little hollow, as his gaze drifted towards the door, but then back to Jack with undivided attention. "You don't have to worry about sound, I'm something of an expert. As for venue, you have your pick. At the Arcadia, we have two dedicated stages for performances, the Glade and the Pasture. I'm sure you've seen them on the way in. Usually, the clubs showcase our exotic dancers, and realistically, it's more like one big club. Although the genders are separated, the stages are actually connected backstage, as well as having entrances between the Glade. Every couple of nights, we also hold shows where both groups of dancers put on shows together. I'm telling you this, because you have your choice between the Glade and the Pasture, and while you're putting on your show, the regular dancers will perform at the other. Also, if you're interested, we at the Arcadia offer the use of any of our dancers, nude or otherwise, to perform alongside your band, if you feel inclined. We only hire the best dancers for our shows, so I'd highly suggest taking the time to meet them and consider the offer. On a personal note, if you're interested, ask for Lola. She's probably the biggest talent here." Cole spun through his practiced pitch as he walked with Jack towards the entrances of the Glade and the Pasture, though made it clear that it would have to be Jack to choose which door to walk through.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Kurt</span><br/><br/>Kurt simply nodded, as he lifted the duffle and, to be honest, felt a little silly only being asked to carry the one bag. Most of the women he was used to dealing with traveled with obscene, near impossible, levels of luggage. But, then again, playing bag boy wasn't the reason the rogue decided to try and catch up with the good doctor. On the way down, Kurt noticed how uneasy Kamala had been, and the memory of how quickly she made her escape from Jack's room was fresh in his mind. Kamala needed some foundation and a source of emotional stability and safety. While Kurt was no more immune to the enchanted hotel than anyone else, his own unique circumstances, not unlike Jessica, allowed him to keep a clearer head than those new and now aware of the sorcery at hand.<br/><br/>Still, when Kamala thanked him, it came as something as a surprise to Kurt, who merely shrugged to no one and ran his free hand through his thick hair. "No need to thank me, Darlin', jus' figured we were goin' the same way and that you could use a hand. Or an ear, if it came to that. So, asides Fate and everythin', what's the reason you're in Vegas? If you'd indulge an old dog like me in small talk, of course."