All those in attendance at the clubhouse meeting heard the hushed and aggressive whispers coming from the outside. From somewhere beneath one of the stationary Windows to the right of Charles. [color=gold]"There seems to be a couple of mice scurrying around outside."[/color] Charles observed. He was neither worried nor interested. Though he was interested in finding out how his new business associate would handle possible intrusions.

[color=lime]"Go check it out Rolo"[/color] ordered Chet. He also seemed unconcerned about the interruption to their proceedings. But Chet felt that he had to at play the boss card, in order to spare whatever remained of his dignity. 

[color=pink]"Sure thing boss."[/color] replied the really tall, rally fat guy with the black slicked hair. [color=pink]"Come on Switch, you to Divo"[/color] ordered Rolo. A scrawny guy of medium height with black hair and a pair of beatnik glasses alongside a short and stocky guy in a regular pair of sunglasses wordlessly accompanied Rolo out the front door of the clubhouse. 

[color=gold]"Yeah, so once a month. That'll give us time to restock the bar and get everything back into...."[/color] Charles explained. For Rolo, Switch, and Divo, the explanation was cut short as they left through the clubhouse door.