Brendan and Joel were out running club errands, and Cheryl was out with her girl friends for the evening. Leaving Simon on his own at the club, giving him a chance to make some calls, the occasional check in with the boss and such.

He was on edge, Brendan was a loose cannon, and Joel was sniffing around in Simons business too much for his liking.

“Damn it all…” he murmured to himself, sitting at the bar he reached over and grabbed himself a whiskey bottle, pouring a glass for himself.