Sakura and Madison headed to the front of the line.

"Evening!" Madison said to the bouncer.

The two of them flashed their passes. The bouncer checked his list.

"You'll be Madison and Sakura, I suppose?"

Sakura nodded, "May we go in now?"

"Yeah," he unclipped the rope barrier and let them through. There were many disgruntled groans from the people in line.

Madison looked back at them with sympathy in her eyes. "Oh! They look cold!"

"They'll survive, Madison!" Sakura said rolling her eyes, "But we are going to have some fun!"

They entered the club/restaurant. A man greeted them just beyond the entrance.

"Will you ladies be eating or dancing tonight?"

"I don't know," Madison said. "It's up to you Sakura."

"Let's eat first."

The man nodded. "Down the hall, to your right."

Meanwhile . . .

Eriol led Li in through the back entrance.

"Check out the club while I check that everything's all right in the kitchen and bar," he said to Li, "I'll be with you in a moment."

"Sure," Li said. The club was crowded and the bass shook the room and everyone looked as though they were having loads of fun. Eriol sure knows how to throw a party, Li thought to himself. He slowly made his way to the bar through the dancing crowd. He ordered a martini and looked out on the proceeding celebration. It was then that he saw his client, Mr. Evans.

What's he doing here, Li thought to himself. He wanted to get away before Mr. Evans spotted him. But it was too late.

"Well, Mr. Showron," Mr. Evans. "Fancy seeing you here. I didn't think this sort of to do was your type of thing." He saw the waitress behind the bar. "How you doin'?" he gave her a smile and she blushed, obviously not used to such treatment.

"It isn't really," Li said reluctantly. "But my old friend owns the place so I thought I'd come to the opening."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, Mr. Evans," Li said coldly.

"Please, call me Sean," and he was again distracted by a woman in red. "Hey."

"I'd rather not," Li said, taking another sip of his martini. Sleazeball, he thought.

"Aw, come on, lighten up! Is there a reason we can't be friends, we are in this case together aren't we?"

"I don't mix personal and business together Mr. Evans," Li drained his martini.

"Definitely not my policy," Mr. Evans commented. "I lease out this place and I made sure I saw the result."

"You own the building?"

"Yeah."

Li shrugged. "Well, I hope you enjoy your night, Mr. Evans, but if you'll excuse me." Li nodded to him and walked away into the club. Eriol found him.

"I see you've met Mr. Evans," he said.

"No, I already know him," Li said. He explained the case.

"Attempted murder?"

"Yeah," Li said.

"Remind me to buy the place as soon as possible," Eriol said, a little nervously, "I don't want him here when I'm trying to run it." He shuddered and turned away. "So, you're prosecuting him?"

"Representing him," Li said.

Eriol stared at him, "But you just said that – "

"I know, but I'm getting paid to keep him out of prison."

Eriol gaped some more. "Well, you do what you think is best," he said, trying to be casual. "Do you want to see what happens behind the scenes?"

"Sure, why not?"

"To the kitchens then."