The man sat in the night club, checking his watch every few minutes. Smoking lightly on a cigar, waiting for this 'Shaun' man. He ordered a drink, waiting half-heartedly. He meant business.

He was the type of guy that is every girls dream. Blonde hair that was in his eyes, and oh god those eyes. Piercing blue that held mischief and laughter in them. He sat next to the man, warily looking around the club. It wasn't so crowded tonight, so it would be easier for his sister, the Night Clubs owner, to catch him. How much for the horses? He asked the man. Quick and to the point.

"Cheap, 1,000 a piece." The man replied rather gruffly, his cigar down to a thin bud.