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JP pushed passed the muscle, brushing his shoulder off where he bumped into the man. He strode into the VIP room, sliding into the seat Yves motioned to, eyes locked on the man, and movements awfully graceful for a gangster, but Khan wasn't even paying attention really. He spotted the food from Ricky's the second he hit the doorway, and once permission was given he was on it in a flash. Breaking the ice was never hard with Khan around, but looking serious sure was.

"Shit man, business is nice and all, but this is Ricky's we talkin' 'bout." He was amassing quite the plate as he spoke. Leaving JP in a bit of head-shaking dismay.

"Pardon my man here, he's u-.."

Khan interrupted him, speaking through a mouthful of something or other as he flopped into a chair. "A gourmet, brother."

JP glared at him for a second before rubbing his temples. "That ain't how you pronounce 'tape-worm', you fucker.", the large, face-stuffing man just shrugged, quite content in his gluttony. "Anyway.." JP turned his full attention back to Yves. He studied the man for a minute, looking him over top to bottom, taking in every detail he could. From the man's clothes, to finger nails, to eerie eyes. He would've been offended at Yves' lack of eye contact, but he followed the man's gaze to the woman he was watching.

She was beautiful, and quite flexible, who wouldn't stare? Even Khan was at this point.

"Surprised you called me here, even more surprised it's for business. You seemed pretty uh..You know.." He searched for the most diplomatic way to put it..Arrogant? Above it? Haughty? A real cunt? He settled on a soft touch. "..Disinterested in my 'establishment'. So to speak. Think you can understand my hesitance."