*She arrives later in the evening, dressed in a bright red sweater, white leather pants, and nice black high heels. She makes her way up to the front doors and pouts as the men stop her* Hey guys...I'm on the list..see..the name's Karlie...*She flashes the brightest grin she can muster*

The mammoth men at the door frown down at her. Shes neither on the list nor familiar. But.. attractive girls frequenting strip clubs can be rare... so they will still let her in without too much of a hassle, much to the dismay of hte line behind her...

The place is in full swing, with a girl on every stage and barely a place to sit... Girls in heels and as little clothes as they can manage patrol the floor like predators for private dances...

*She grins as she moves about the place, she looks like she trying a little too hard to be nice, inside she's sick as she watches the only thing in the world she's ever truly loved get trashed by these women who would dare call themselves "Dancers" with a sigh sh makes her way to the bar and waits to be served, nodding to whoever is behind the bar, giving them a sweet almost innocent smile*

'Whats your poison darlin'?' The girl behind the bar is sweet. She could be one of the dancers, but for whatever reason be it respect, lack of coordination or something.. she isnt.

Anything you might like to taste on my tongue...*She grins and leans in to almost whisper to the girl* Is the Devil Man in tonight? *Hahaha Karlie and her nick names, and she compleatly expects everyone to know exactly who she's talking about*

The bartender sighs a bit. Any girl who asks for the Devil man has a rather predictable relationship with her employer.
The Bartender pours Karlie a shot of Patron Tequila...

'Hes around, up in his office i think. Want me to call him for you?..' She offers.

*She takes the drink and gives a harsh laugh* No...I wanna talk to you some more..*She winks and takes a drink, shivering a touch* What's your name?

The girl glances down the bar to make sure her two accomplices have it under control before she leans forward, pouring Karlie another drink, and even sneaking one for herself.

'Im Rachel, i control the booze around here.' She grins.

'Who might you be?'

*She grins and leans in a bit more* Karlie...*She takes her drink and downs it, then grins at the woman* So..what is a pretty girl like you doin', working for an ass like Gand? *She licks her lips a bit and moves a nail over Rachel's knuckles*

Rachel shrugs a bit, refilling the shots before she leans over to talk right into Karlies ear.

'Probably the same reason your here asking for him tonight...Hes very... convincing, no matter what your poison or pleasure would be...'

*She leans in and lightly nips the woman's ear* He does have the best junk I've ever had the pleasure of ingesting...but, you seem too nice for this hell hole...

Rachel laughs, tossing her hair over her shoulder away from Karlie.

'This place isnt so bad.. Gand demands alot of respect from his customers. Ive seen worse strip clubs..'

She bites her lip a little, drawing back for another drink. She has a lot of respect for her boss... even if he does seem to sample every skirt that walks through the door.

'Nice to meet you hunny but i gotta get back to work, i think your boys coming down the stairs anyway.'

She says, nodding towards the stairs that lead to off limits areas and gands office.

*She smirks and watches Rachel walk away, she gives her a wink, then looks over to view Gand, then smirk turns into a grin. She downs another shot and stands, moving to the "off limits" area*

Gand will stop her before she gets to the stairs. His white Tie glowing like a beacon in the odd lighting of the club.

'Well well well... whos stalking who now?'

*She places a hand on her hip and smirks at him* You wish I was stalking you...Ass..*She grins* You know what I'm here for...

'Your here to try and get my help in trouble for drinking on the job...' Gand tells her, looking over her head at Rachel behind the bar.

*She giggles* Yeah, she's pretty hot *She glances back and points a finger at his chest* Forget about that, can we go talk in private? *Her left eye twitches just a touch, he may see now just how tired she looks*

Gand narrows his eyes at her a bit but agrees. He will lead her up the stairs and to his office.

The office is more like a living room, with a low table and pair of couches. His desk is huge and has a trio of monitors on it. watching over the club as well as the front door.

He shuts the door behind her, the noise from the club fading instantly.

*She moves in, a hand rubbing her needle scared arm, she moves to take a seat and sighs a bit* Gand, I kinda need a little help. *She sneers to herself, she hates to ask anyone for help* I woulda asked anyone else, but there is no one else right now.

Gand resists the urge to roll his eyes... he does kind of owe her... he did break her leg.. and ribs.. and face...

'Im listening.' he says, sitting on the edge of his desk.