Sang smirked with the cigarette still between his lips, "Looks like shit now, doesn't it? Don't worry, if I hire you you'll be cleaning it." He grabbed onto Vander's arm and pulled him inside to inspect him, as well as let Damien get a look at him. They were sharing the business after all.

"That's wonderful," She said with a smile, "You got rich off your parents death and every man's perversion. Got to love how you make a living, Damien."

"Damien,"Sang called the man's attention over to him and the boy he was holding on to, "At least act like you're working. What do you think?" He held the kid in the doorway so Damien could get some kind of look, then reminded himself mentally to have the electricity set up in the club.