[b] Baylen - Tommie's - Lancaster and Danielle [/b]

Baylen looked to the bar entrance as the doors opened up, Lancaster coming in with a rush of cold air sweeping past his feet. He took the last sip of his water, set it down on the counter top, and started walking out of the back of the bar and around the side to meet him as he came in. Baylen glanced to the side towards Danielle as Lancaster ordered her to make his drink, then turned back to face him. He leaned backwards against the bar counter top, placing his hands back in his jacket pockets. He waited until Lancaster noticed him, then nodded to him in greeting. "Hey Lanny" he called to him, raising his voice to be heard over the din of the room. He has a mutual respect for Lancaster and has known him since he was with the Swindlers, but he could never get used to how serious he was...all of the time. It was rare to get him to loosen up. 

Baylen tilted his head, a small furrow creasing his normally relaxed brow. "Lanny you look...more serious than usual tonight." He held back a smirk, joking to himself that he didn't think that was quiet possible. 

[b]"Someone's been fucking with the warehouse," Lancaster said.[/b]

Baylen straightened, pulling out of his lean against the front of the bar counter, eyes fixing on Lancaster, an edge of concern dilating his pupils. "What?" he asked. He heard what he said but he could not believe that what he said was completely true. This doesn't happen. The Swindlers took pain-staking measures to protect their goods. On top of that, Lancaster did a damn good job at taking the lead on this integral part of their operation. 

Before Lancaster could respond to his unnecessary question he then asked "are you sure? What do you mean [i]fucking[/i] with the warehouse? Is anything missing?" His voice was accusatory but only by reaction. Baylen glanced around the bar, making sure there were no patrons close by that could be over hearing their conversation. "C'mhere" he said, grabbing Lancaster's arm and guiding his stressed state to the side. They stood in the hall entrance towards the restrooms, this area being secluded from the action of Tommie's, less curious ears to worry about. "Does Thomas know?" Baylen shook his head, running his fingers through the front of his hair. He paced two steps to the left and returned to steps back to the right. "Of course Thomas doesn't know, he would have called a meeting if he did." Baylen looked up, exhaling deeply, rubbing his chin in thought. "I believe he's upstairs or out running a business call." He met Lancaster's eyes and said "you need to tell him what you know Lanny."

Baylen glanced back to the crowded bar. His position allowed him to have a better view of the crowds, the faces, the possible suspects. He scanned them for any sort of flickering eye contact, curious wandering eyes, or guilty shuffles to the exit. Tommie's roared on as normal.