Gambit picked up the Bottle between them and poured Olsen another drink.
"Look man, these girls are not someones property. They work, I protect and offer connections and transportation."
He took another drink, and off to the side he noticed a female patron in Medical garb walk in, take a seat and place an order.
"Happy girls create less headaches, and the way to keep them happy is to provide them with reasonably safe enviroments in which to do what it is they do."
He paused for a second, and stared at the man in front of him, making sure that he had his attention.
"Now, on a side note, I have a "few" rules I live by. Near the top of the list is that "Snitches get Stiches", a man in todays day and age, best forget the shizzel he heard or saw that don´t concern him. I don´t give a rats ass what it is you all are setting up here. As long as my Girls come back in one piece and smillin, you and I are all good."
He glanced off to the side. Taking notice again of the woman dressed as a doctor. For a brief second his thoughts driffed off to the fact that if all his Chicks looked like her, his profits would tripple. He turned his head back to the table and stared at his drink.
"and...Hell, it would probably be a good Idea, if say...you have your medical facilities give our girls the all clear....and if during that time any of them wanna quit, all they got to do is tell the Doc and that will be that......so.....20 Girls a week, no repeat visits for the girls for six months...and 10 cases each of top shelf Whiskey, Gin, Vodka and Wine...all for say...3 large (Million) a week."
He reached for his leather pouch of Synth and gestured "Cool if I spark up? Its been a long day."
