When Deximo realized that he'd pretty much lost Genna for the rest of the night, he was more than a little annoyed.

"What the fuck was that all about? She doesn't even know that guy," Deximo growled.

"Genna has a thing for ponytails and huge cocks. She can't help herself," Randi giggled. "By the way, did you see what he dropped off?"

"Booze. So what?"

"Not just booze. Contraband. Moon Island Rum. This shit's expensive."

"No way. Really?"

"Uh huh. Come look..."