Temporary job suspension, a fine, and one hundred hours of community service. Nothing permanent on my record. All in all, not a bad rap. Considering the circumstances.

[John was permanently banned from The Regent, but he hadn't planned on going back there anyway. That wasn't his world anymore. The suit was back where it belonged, in the back of his closet. Along with the substantial amount of cash he'd earned as a high-shooter in Riverview's criminal underground. For a rainy day.

John may be a better man, but he'll never be a good one.

He sips his whiskey, looking everywhere but at Spike. He's having his own reaction. A complicated one. Guilt. Lust. Shame. Regret.]

I wouldn't have let anyone take you out on my account. Figured you needed some space, is all.