“Another drink maybe miss?” he muses as he looks to the lovely lady in front of him. ‘Bartender get her whatever she likes and add it to my tab.” Nick loved the fact there was a party, ways to get in and out of whatever he liked. There wasn’t much else to do but to wait and see how the night played out.

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Nick smirks, “So lets get down to business. You picked me out of everyone. Which means you either want money or think I have something you want. So explain now. You got about fifteen seconds before we end this conversation.”

He sips at his drink slowly, “Oh just a fight down at the docks...really its okay. Nothing is the matter.” He wipes the blood from his nose and sighs, for once it wasn’t coke relate by now though she should learn to expect anything. “Thank you though. Would you mind grabbing me a tissue? Didn’t realize it started up again...”

“Oh. Sorry Miss. I didn’t see you there. You okay?” He asks as he nearly spilled the whole of his drink on the person in front of him. “Was trying to rush and this is what I get.” He shrugs slightly as he stands there looking slightly flustered.

Another look at the exports and another groan left his lips. Something wasn’t adding up and he didn’t know what. It bugged him to no end that someone somewhere along the line was fudging something. As much as Fury usually was up for playing loose and dirty these people often depended on having work at the docks. So when someone entered his office he nearly jumped, “Are you okay? Everything alright?”