"Don't use the loo, got it." She examined the flyer, her eyes lighting up. Holly had been somewhat of a fixture at the punk clubs in London, and it was nice to know there was a similar option in Vegas.

"She's blunt," the brunette remarked, in a voice low enough for only Brian to hear.

"Let me guess: she rides your ass, but at the end of the day, she's really the boss with a heart of gold? Only with a nice barbed wire exterior."