Deon wasn't a moron, he knew that Vander was trying to push him off...which only made it that much more fun to pursue her. He knew he had her right where he wanted her the second she accepted his drink, and then helped herself to another one. His expression went unchanged, however, when she so blatantly told him of her demands, wanting the drug Lucid. He should have guessed; he knew she was on something hardcore, but not exactly that extreme. Lucid had been the one drug he had steered clear of his entire life, but he knew plenty of people on it and he knew just the right people to get it.

"Well then, we should probably get you something prescribed." He joked, taking one more shot glass and downed the beverage and shook his head as the bitter liquid burned down his throat, immediately feeling his blood running hot. He then put up a finger, signaling to his manager that he was done for the evening. Getting up off of the bar stool with a slightly drunken stagger, he put his arm around the tiny frame of the half-shaved headed girl and escorted her outside, humming a merry tune to himself as they exited the bar and greeted the cool night air around them. Deon hadn't even realized that a girl had followed him out.

"Oh mister Crusher!" A voice cooed from behind him. Deon swiveled his head around to see the girl in the red dress that had been sitting in his lap earlier, and the quirked expression on her face told him exactly what she had on her mind, making Deon smirk loudly. He pulled his arm off of Vander and shoved his hand into his pocket, pulling out a somewhat crumpled up card and handed it to her.

"I'll meet you at this address in an hour baby, bring some friends." He gave the girl in the red dress a wink before resuming his post by Vander and led her down a series of alleyways before stopping in front of a building that looked like it had burned down a couple times in its construction. Walking up to the door of the apparent abandoned building, Deon knocked four times in a rhythmic pattern, the eye slit of the door immediately opening up.

"Needle in the Haystack." Deon said, as it was some kind of code and the door swung open for them. Deon gestured to Vander for her to walk in first and then followed behind her, the door shutting behind them loudly.

The room was dark and musty, a single light in the middle of the room opened up a dim setting of a couple men surrounding a poker table, smoking cigars and drinking a variety of alcoholic beverages. Deon sauntered over to the gruff looking group, looking rather proud of himself as he plopped himself down on a chair at the table, looking at the man directly across from him who didn't even blink as Deon made himself at home.

"I need a couple syringes, Lucid. And...hell how about a bag of coke?" Deon said keeping his eyes on the man. The man didn't miss a beat, as he waved his hand in an awkward way before an even larger man seeming to creep out of the shadows put a hand on Deon's shoulder. Deon looked to the larger man and grinned back at the man across the poker table. "Thanks." He then got up and walked with the larger man to a room in the back, returning shortly with a small backpack which he slung over his shoulder.

"Stay young fellas, can't do business without you." Deon smirked, half-assing a salute before he ushered for Vander to follow him once again back outside.