[center][h1][b][i][color=D62B98]Kimber McKenzie[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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Kimber made the cops about three seconds after they entered. She was getting sloppy. She was used to dealing with them. She had few nights of rowdy patrons, plus they would often come to check on her licenses. She had to wonder why they were bothering her now. Shouldn't they be more focused on the royal family coming in?

She sighed a little internally before she turned on her warm smile, [color=D62B98]"I am the owner of this place. I got some time. Not like it's happy hour yet. Did you boys want to sit down or can we do this standing?"[/color] She eyed Brandon, who was staring bullet holes into the men. She didn't want trouble. She wanted these men in and then out as quickly as possible. She preferred to remain where she was, as she felt it gave her some authority, but she was willing to jump through the hoops provided it meant she could get back to work.