[ So while the re-conquest of this hell's porn district is a little slow going, he's trying to look into different ventures. Something that doesn't give too much away to start. Angel's little post is going to make things harder... maybe. Either way.

Clubs... bars... these are familiar to him. Homey almost. His territory. So of course he's at the bar nursing a tequila sunrise when... ]

Do my fucking eyes deceive me. Verosika Mayday herself. Let me guess, clerical error?

[ He's leaning against the bar, watching her. ]

Let me get you a drink, babydoll.