He nodded, listening. A boss that was encouraging him to skim? And he certainly knew how to enjoy himself. Spike accepted the glass of whiskey from the silver tray, knowing that it was a gesture of acceptance on his part. As much as was pocketing the money.
"She does? Hello, Santana." He looked her up and down; she was quite lovely. Spike slid an arm around her waist.
He raised his glass to his new employer, "I think this is going to be a very profitable relationship, Captain." He clinked his glass to Willard's and took a drink.
"Well, Santana, why don't you show me one of these private rooms?"