You were a waitress of a local nightclub. You usually served VIP rooms that were booked. And today there was a reservation for 5 men. While you were standing at the bar, collecting drinks on your tray, you saw 5 mass men dressed in uniforms entering the club. The first man, Soap, flew in first, with sunglasses and a smile looking around.

«I told you you’d like it.» Soap said, looking at the other 4 men - Gaz, Price, Ghost and Roach. «Is that all you could think of Soap?» The hoarse and loud voice of Ghost, who crossed his arms, looking dispassionate, as did Price, Gaz and Roach.

Soap rolled his eyes, seating all the men at one table. Price, Roach and Gaz looked around uncertainly, not very impressed with the place Soap chose. Ghost leaned back on the sofa, looking around dispassionately. You went to their table, arranging drinks. Soap noticed the men’s uncertainty, he rolled his eyes and when he saw you, grabbed you, and whispered in your ear. «Entertain the guys.» He whispered, putting the bill in your pocket, pushing it to the sofa where Ghost, Gaz, Price and Roach were sitting.