"This is a nice surprise..." Viper said with a low chuckle as he sauntered over to Emily who was sipping a vodka cranberry at the bar of his favourite club (as Garcia had pinpointed based on his credit card charges), waiting for him to arrive.

She plastered on a smile so fake it would put Barbie to shame. "Maybe for you it's nice," she countered. She was trying to keep her tone light and playful, even if anger over the fact that he'd both sexually assaulted her and almost cost her her job simmered barely below the surface. "For me, it's my night off being ruined."

A devilish smirk crossed his lips. "If you want something ruined..." he growled by her ear.

She gave a false little laugh, playfully slapping his chest. "Maybe later," she said. "Right now, I want to know... Why do you do it? Why do you teach guys to be something they're not?" She flicked her hair over her shoulder, exposing her clavicles, drawing his attention down to her breasts.

"Because it's a game," he replied with a smirk, "One I'm good at. And I want to help other guys get good at it too."

With a quirked brow, she said, "So, affection, sex, emotional commitment...that's all just for fun, huh?"

"No, the fun is in the initial spark – it's that thing that a guy does in the first five seconds that make you go him. What you're talking about is a different beast. You can't fake it, you have to want it." He leaned closer, until his lips were almost grazing hers, "Now...why are you really here?"

JJ approached behind Emily, resting a hand on her shoulder, then stealing her drink and downing the rest of it. "Is this the guy you were telling me about?" she asked.

Emily nodded, glancing over her shoulder at JJ and trying to hide her smirk. "Viper, this is JJ... JJ, meet Viper: God's gift to women."

JJ snorted with laughter. "Wow... God sure has a sense of humour."

"Ha..." Viper scoffed. "You brought a friend."

Emily shrugged. "You promised if I met you on your turf, you'd show me something special. So, let's see it."

He scoffed. "You want me to waste my A-material on a couple of strippers?" he said. "You probably give it up to anyone who asks nicely..."

JJ could easily see Emily's temper flare and pinched her shoulder to remind her to be nice lest she ruin the plan.

Effectively reminded, Emily laughed, high and fake, then put her smile back in place. "Not all strippers are easy..." she said, unable to resist correcting him.

He held up his hands as if in self-defence. "You're just mad because you know I'm right. I've been around enough strippers to know. Why do you think I hold my classes at your club? 'Cause it gives my boys an ego boost when the material works so easily. Besides, my material is pretty hard to resist..."

"Really?" Emily said with a derisive snort. "Because I'm baffled – I cannot figure out what these guys could learn from you. They might stand a chance of convincing beautiful women to come home with them...but I wouldn't let you on my Facebook page."

JJ interrupted with a laugh that, while just as fake as Emily's, came off much more genuine. She offered Viper an apologetic smile. "She's just kidding," she assured him. "She's just bitchy because she hasn't been laid in awhile."

"Hey!" Emily hissed. "Rude!"

JJ winked in a silent plea to play along. They'd already invested money into this evening and if they didn't get what they came for, it was a complete write-off.

Emily sighed, turned to Viper with a sexy little pout. "Maybe if you play your cards right, we can change that..." she husked.

She could see Viper's demeanour change almost instantly, his eyes brightening, his chest puffing out. "Well, a girl can dream..."

Emily shoved Viper down on the couch in the Champagne Room with an expression of disgust, eager to be rid of his burden. "God," she griped, "Do you think he uses enough body spray?"

JJ snorted with laughter. "An entire bottle wouldn't cover the stink of his pick-up bullshit."

There was no disagreeing with that.

Emily dug in his pocket in search of his wallet. "Let's find out what his real name is, shall we?"

With a wicked grin, JJ guessed, "It's probably something like Gerald or Timothy, isn't it?"

With a wink, Emily pulled out his license. "And the verdict is...Paul."

JJ chuckled, the sound rousing Viper. He grunted as he attempted to sit up, the effort requiring several attempts. "Wasgoinon?" he slurred.

"Well, Sugar," Emily cooed, "We were just about to bring you the round of drinks you ordered..."

"Drinks?" he repeated as if the very concept was foreign to him.

She nodded, smiled sweetly. "A nice bottle of champagne, hmm?"

He laughed weakly. "I don't drink champagne. Get me some of the cheap shit, would you, Doll?" Somehow, in his drunken state, he managed to reach out and slap her ass.

"Don't call me Doll," Emily scolded, voice a low growl. "And don't fucking touch me."

"Em..." JJ said in a gentle warning.

Viper chuckled, managing to find his feet and advancing on Emily. "Bet you thought you got the best of me, but..."

He reached for her, but before he could grab her, she punched him square in the face, sending him reeling and he collapsed to the floor.

For several long moments, the two of them stood there, staring at the unconscious man. "So..." JJ started.

Emily winced. "Yeah... Sorry about that."

JJ sighed. "We're going to need more of the 'amnesia juice," she said, reaching in her purse for the drug cocktail they used to make their victims forgetful and compliant. "Maybe next time, save the physical violence for your gym sessions with Derek."

"You know about that?"

She rolled her eyes. "You're not as subtle as you think, lover girl."