There was a long string of poor decisions in Fahir's past that had led him here. To be under the thumb of some decidedly shady individuals with a crew of absolute misfits. This decision was definitely the worst he had made...today. Worst result was a medical bill or a night in a Star Helix cell. Or doing something embarrassing in front of a significantly more sober crew member. His decisions had led to worse places. With barely a moment's hesitation he gave a sharp nod. The tip of his tongue flicked slowly across her lower lip before he kissed her to share the hit. Fahir could taste the first dancer's skin, the second dancers lips and the bitter tang of the Blue Crush. The cadence of his pulse leapt and he leaned back, taking a deep breath of air. Everything went out of focus for a few seconds. All he could see was the shifting, blurred silhouettes of the dancers, the myriad of colours Iris wore, the flashing lights of the club. He could feel the rhythm of the music reverberating through his entire body. "Shots!" he suggested, clicking his fingers over his head for service. The dancing girl stayed sprawled across the table, guessing what came next. The Greene sisters spared the boothe a glance from the mez floor. It was so easy to keep their people happy sometimes.