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[_dylant_]

We had a staff meeting last night before the club opened to the public. Rhia told us that Alex has an issue with Sabine's cd that he'd like to bring up to everyone. Oz was there waiting for the rest of the band, so Rhia said he could weigh his opinion in too because she and Preach believed in a mostly democractic work place

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[mike_sellers]

*spots Dylan and walks over to say hi*

Hey there, looks like a good crowd as usual.

[_dylant_]

*smiles*

Hey. Yeah, it's seriously rocking tonight and the band hasn't even started.

*fixes Mike a scotch, places it in front of him*

How are you?

[mike_sellers]

Not so great. The stalkers on full obsession mode and Danny got arrested for assaulting a tabloid photographer today.

*toasts Dylan with the glass*

Here's to the end of a really bad day.

[_dylant_]

He didn't shoot the photographer with a crossbow right?

*refills the drink for a couple of beautiful girls*

*feels a sudden heat pass over him*

*walks back over to the side of the bar where Mike is, refills his drink*

On the house tonight.

Brooke alright?

[_dylant_]

*looks down at the silk shirt he's wearing*

I always had good taste...in lots of areas.

*shakes his head, feeling the heat sort of wash over him again, grabs the water bottle, drinking from it quickly*

*tosses the empty bottle in the trash*

She's hot. I can see why they want to photograph her. Glad the kids like her, Taylor adores her.

*snaps out of it a bit at the mention of Taylor*

[mike_sellers]

Yeah, you always had great taste. I remember what we did with that shirt, I had to buy you a new one afterwards.

*licks his lips and smiles then backs off confused as Dylan mentions Taylor and Brooke again*

Dylan...

*slams the rest of his drink*

Ok, granted I think fondly of our time together but I don't usually want to jump over the bar and fuck you on the ice bin...

*trails off at that image and shakes it off with difficulty*

What the hell?

[_dylant_]

Fucking on the ice bin is actually something I haven't...

*takes two steps back, grabs a hand full of ice and dumps it down his shirt*

Okay. Something...

*calls over to Lani is who is waiting on a table*

Lani, I'm taking my break, cover me please.

*gestures for Mike to follow him out to the back exit of the club*

What the fuck?

[mike_sellers]

I don't know but I could have used some of that ice too.

Damn....

*stands a good distance away just in case*

Ok, that is not normal, right? Tell me that was not normal.

[_dylant_]

*nods his head*

*pulls out his cell phone from his back pocket, dials Rhia's number*

Hey, Rhia? People are vib...gotcha.

*hangs up the phone*

Um, she knows. I think I'm calling in sick for the rest of the night. Probably best neither of us goes back in there unless the only thoughts you were having were in my direction and if that is the case? I don't plan to go back inside so have at it.

[mike_sellers]

Oh hell no I am not going back in.

I had my drink, and insane temptation and now I am going home to Brooke and scrub out my brain a little.

Plus you know, make sure my director is behaving and not stalking tabloid guys around my house with the crossbow.

*grins*

I did mention we stole it back from Angel right?

[_dylant_]

*laughs*

Just stay away from the sharp swords and axes and don't aim the crossbow in Angel's direction please.

*grabs his keys out of his back pocket*

Yeah, I'm heading back home to see Connor. Taylor has probably crashed and um yeah.

See ya later and let me know if I can do anything to help Brooke out.