Benji took a deep breath and entered the room.

The big security guy gave him an evil stare and slowly stood aside to let Benji pass.  Benji reluctantly stepped forward, scooting past security and into the dark VIP area.

Inside was sweltering with the heat of dozens of bodies inside the small room.  People were dancing in here too but most sat around small tables, talking in hushed tones to one another, their mouths pressing against other's ears to be heard over the music.

"Hey, over here."  Money called out.  Benji looked his way.  He was sitting at a small round table, a half empty bottle of scotch on the table.  He was surrounded by three beautiful, scantily clad women.  One was kneeling at his side, as though worshipping him.  One was standing behind him, her arms draping down over his muscular chest.  The other was sitting on his knee; she had the fingers of one hand running through his hair while the other ran back and forth over his leg.


"That's me.  You said you were a friend of a friend?"

Benji found it disconcerting and awkward with the ladies there, staring at him expectantly.

"I'm Benji.  You don't know me but I was hoping you could help."

"Listen pal,  you think I don't hear this kind of thing all the time?  If I coughed up some dough for every sucker who needed help around here, well, lets just say I'd have a different name, anyway."  Money directed his attention back to the women.

Benji sighed in defeat.  He made to turn around and leave but an image of Holiday flashed across his mind and he stood his ground, determined.

"Look, I know you have no reason to care, but there's this situation..." Benji began to ramble from nerves. "...a really complicated situation and Holiday's in freakin' Mexico and I don't know what the hell to do and she mentioned--"

Money looked at Benji abruptly.  He stood and pushed the women away.  "What did you say?"

Benji looked at him, wide-eyed.  He was a lot taller than he expected.  "Umm...Mexico?"

"Who's in Mexico?"  Money was staring at him now, intensely.


"Come with me." Money led him to an even smaller room in the back.  He shut the door behind them so it was just the two of them.  The noise of the bar was distant and mulled in there.  "Tell me everything."

The End

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