Devon laughed to himself as he smacked the hell out of the back of Angel's head. You take a couple of thugs out to teach them how to look for prime candidates for prostitution and of course they try and act like they're picking up some sort of hooker with a bra too big and short shorts so small you can see the damned pockets hanging out... Jeez that was a little too descriptive. "Nah ya freak, that's not how you do it. See these college gal's wanna be romanced. You go up there and not act like a total cuntwad and you tell the girl she looks pretty and then you take her to the back and you rail her with the rufies, it's not that hard, they're all the same if you're good enough.

	The thug, Devon, got out of his seat, dressed in totally black, a nice looking suit and tie. Tall, dark, and handsome, Devon was a white male with a rather modelesque face and a pretty built physique. A smirk played across his face, nearly perfect except for the small scar on the corner of his mouth. He waded through the throngs of people with a strong arm and a prize in his sights. Eddie was looking rather innocent from his angle and Devon couldn't help himself except to laugh. He tapped on the shoulder of the sweet looking girl and kept a cool look on his face. "'Scuze me ma'am, I couldn't help but wonder if I could get a few moment of your time. I don't normally see women of your beauty in places like this." He grinned with faux sincerity.

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	Jackson noticed one of the thugs making a move from through the mirror and he immediately scowled something furious. "Ah dammit, I was right, poor girl."  He put the margarita back on the bar, half drunk, and on top of some money to pay for the drink (Plus tip, never not tip a bartender). "Now to follow some thugs and save a girl." He said to himself, wading through the crowd and occasionally flickering through people who got in his way. The dude was kinda attractive for a thug, and that made this more dangerous. Your typical gangbangers didn't really know how to look like decent human beings, someone looking like a goddamn porn star meant he wasn't going to be typical thug, and that meant Jackson had his work cut out for them.

	Jackson stayed back, not interfering or else he wouldn't be able to find their groups "spot" or hideout or whatever. [i]"Sorry hun, you're a big juicy worm and he's a hungry catfish, then there's me, the fisher."[/i] He thought to himself, watching the two interact and keeping an eye on the guys in the back. Bout now would be the time she was all flattered in her drunken stupor and let the jackass lead her to her impending doom, Jackson had to be there and make sure they didn't hurt her, and then follow them so he could take out their entire group. The girl was safe, but she was gonna be scared shitless here soon.


[@Morose]