Henry Mason steps into the club and walks slowly over to the bar. On his way, he check the place out; the sounds, the smells, and the delicious view. Upon arriving at the bar, he seats himself on a stool and lights up a smoke with a heavy brass Zippo.  

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She is sitting at the bar, like she usually is swilling whiskey. She doesn't have to do too much since Gand has been cured and returned to work. No doubt he's in his office doing gaia only knows what. Henry would be scrutinized before entering, and even when he sits at the bar. Rachel, the pretty red-head behind the bar, serves him his drink.
She fishes out her cigarettes case and opens it. She brings a pink cigarette to her lips and begins to pat herself down looking for a light.

As he surveys the club, Henry notices a damsel in distress. Ever the gentleman, he takes his drink and slides over her way.

"Need a light?" he says, flicking open his trusty lighter.

Her green eyes flicker over to him and she raises a perfectly groomed brow. She smiles slowly, bringing the cig to her lips.
"I'd be much obliged," she says, lighting her smoke and taking a long draw.

"Anytime," he replies with a cigarette hanging from his lips. He puts his lighter away and takes another drink.

"So," he begins, "do you work here, or is that just wishful thinking on my part?"

She laughs and sips her whiskey.
"I work here, but I don't work the pole or private boothes. I'm co-owner of this fine establishment."

He smiles slightly, relieved that he wasn't slapped or "escorted" out the door.

After a long draw from his cigarette, he says "This is a nice place you've got here. I'm Henry, by the way. I moved here not too long ago, and I'm still learning my way around town. This place came highly recommended, and I'm glad to see it doesn't disappoint."

Gand will distractedly make his out from his upstairs office. He has a cellphone to his ear but hangs up it up without speaking to anyone...  He approaches the bar and kind of interrrupts Henry and Alice.

'Alice have you seen Destiny or Chastity or whatever -ity her name is lately? Her butterfly tattooed ass hasnt been on stage all week.'

Its not like the girls go missing often. They are well paid and never mistreated. Aside from the occassional pregnancy or stalker ex-boyfriend they are all quite reliable...

'Sorry to barge in like that.. but uh..'

He begins to say to henry,Gand sucks at apologies, but he will flick Henrys tab off the bar so Rachel knows his drinks are on the house.

"Think nothing of it," he replies, with a slight tip of his head.

Henry then raises his drink to his lips, and mutters something into his glass(Own of our own) before taking a drink.

She was about to speak when Gand interjected himself. She looks at her, her lips pursed slightly. She smirks, seeing he's paying for Henry's tab.
"No, Gand, I have not see either destiny of chastity.  Have you tried calling Chastity's girlfriend?"

'Yeah she said she hasnt heard from her for a few days either.' Gand clicks through his blackberry absently.

'She had that weird stalker that kept breaking into her car a month or so ago maybe i aughta go over there and knock.'

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I assume you meant 'One of our own', using your rote, Henry?
If so; Gand has the blue aura as well a big tattooed guy sitting by himself near the stage.

((That is what I meant. Thanks.))
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Henry reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pill, pops it into his mouth and washes it down with the remainder of his drink.

"Well, it's been a pleasure. Here's my card, if you find yourself needing someone like me. Now, if you'll excuse, I'm going to do my part to keep your place in business."

He places his card on the bar next to Alice("Henry Mason, Private Investigator," with address and phone number) and begins to wander off to a table near the front of the stage, observing the large tattooed fellow.  

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Gand looks at the card and cant stifle a laugh.

'Is he deaf too? shit. PI sits here and listens to me rant about a missing girl and he walks away... Id hire him, but hes clearly lacking in the observation and connections department.'

Gand flicks the card off the bar into a puddle of something on the floor before turning a smirk on Alice.

'Or maybe you need to put your tits away so people can think.'

"can I help it that my breasts have amazing super powers?" she punctuates this by opening her top and flashing Gand and proabably a few other patrons. She buttons up her shirt and stands. She moves behind the bar and picks up the card.
"Besides, with all the fleshly distractions, I imagine that without blood in their skulls its hard to think properly."

After about half an hour and a few twenties, Henry meanders back up the bar and orders another drink. If Gand is around Henry will address him; if not he'll talk to Alice.

"Look, if you guys need a hand with your girl gone missing, I'll be more than happy to look into it for you, free of charge. Just tell your people that I'm a great guy or whatever. You know, word of mouth and all that."

He parks his truck outside and looks at the neon lights and such outside. He walks up the steps and is handled like any other john. He is actually patted down and made to walk through the metal detectors before he is allowed entry.
He walks in and looks over the place. A fairly decent place, lots of lovely naked women and a bar. He bypasses all of that and moves to a table, lighting up a GT one. He drops a few bills on a table and motions for a lady to come over. One does and he tips her decently.  

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Alice will smile to Henry and take his card.
"Thank you. You are too kind. I really appreciate this."

'And since i am the last person who should fault you for being overly distracted by Alices tits I would love to give you the job. It wouldnt do to have me seen at one of the girls apartments... again... '

Gand clears his throat.

'But noone works for free. I expect your best work and to be charged whatever your usual rate is.' He tells Henry.

Henry shrugs and says, "Okay, suit yourself. Who exactly is it I'm looking for? Where does she live? She doesn't have a cat, does she?"

"Cat? Why, are you allergic sugar?" she smiles and raises a brow.