He rolled his eyes, instantly right as soon as he steps one foot into the club, girls watching, interested in him. He was cold and such, but he never really cared for love, he's just wanting to make billions of dollars then maybe he'll settle down for a lady/guy/non-binary person. He didn't really care. He was with his best friend, Boris and he decided to be nice to the butcher gang and brought them along. He walked to his reserved booth, ignoring the gazes and whispers around him, and let the butcher Gang in first before sitting across Boris. he ordered drinks already, he lit a cigar, watching Boris and Barley/Fisher play cards.