"I have a cousin in the Sierra Leone." Deon joked as he watched her leave with a wide smirk across his lips. His eyes looked down to her ass, watching it shake as she headed up the stairs, totally lost in thought until one of his own thoughts pushed his mind away from sex for a split second. "Oh hey!" He called after her. "I got a fight tonight. I could use a cheerleader, clothing optional!"

He let out a small laugh as he heard the door she went into slam a bit harder than it needed to and sauntered over to his area of the warehouse on the ground floor. He plopped himself on arguably the only good seat in the place, a beaten up, old red loveseat that Deon definitely got his use out of. He kicked off his shoes and relaxed back in the chair, setting the glass bottle of whiskey between his feet on the floor and rubbed his tired eyes. The money he had brought in for The Wolves wasn't exactly easy to get, he had been out for nearly thirty-six hours before he felt it was time to return to the warehouse, though that was probably more his stomach talking and lack of sleep than the rational bits of his brain.

He heard one of the entrance doors creak open and he moved himself in the chair to peek over into the next room to see Millie coming in. Again, his eyes glanced over the womanly figure in appreciation before his mind snapped him back to reality, eager to take up whatever opportunity he could get right now.

"Hey! Mill Billy!" Deon called out and raised up his arm to show her the bottle of Whiskey he had in his hand. "I got a bottle of whiskey here to share in exchange for a back rub. I know you would normally rub me down for free so take it as a bonus." It was a bold jest, but most everyone that knew him knew he didn't take any other way when it came to talking with women.

He shook the bottle in his hand, letting her hear the tantalizing liquid sloshing around inside to try to seal the deal.

Besides Angel, Millie was the only other person in the Wolves that he had known ever since he joined the group. Word had it that Millie had been around just as long as Angel had, maybe even longer but Deon didn't care about that. If she were a threat to take up Angel's post as leader strictly because of how long she had been running with the wolves, then he'd eat his own boxers. The way he saw it, the only person even worthy of dethroning Angel would be himself, but he was far too exhausted to even think about that right now.

"Watcha say baby?" He asked, bringing his thoughts back to Millie once more along with his eyes looking her over less than subtly.