He was sat at one of his clubs, in a top booth, staring down at the products as clients consumed it. This was one of the biggest clubs in New York, popular for it's 'good time'. Most people would consume a little coke, along with the booze. Almost no one was ever sober here... So, when there was someone sober... they stood out. Especially to Jose... He watched as you sat alone at one of the bars... who the fuck were you? You were pretty of course but... still Jose was a carful man. With a sigh he slowly stood up, adjusted his shirt under his leather belt and then began making his way down some steps and towards you at the bar.