Donny shrugged as he took his share of the money. "Beware the Greek's baring gifts, as they say. I don't know what his game is, but given how much cash is in here, I can't say any of it is legally obtained. Last thing you need is a group of vigilantes looking for profiting sticky fingers." He took a sip of his coffee until it was empty, and than threw it into a nearby trash. He missed. "...Anyways, you should turn in for the night. You're in no condition to work right now, and I doubt any reputable customer would be around at this hour." Donny was just worried about the well being of his boss. While he didn't like the idea of playing Pimp, if he could just get internet and a computer here, he could at least set Roxy up as a call girl instead of just some street walker. Or even out of this job entirely.