My money, or more accurately, Moon's, is gone two hours later. He hasn't sent another text and I'm finding it impossible to sit still. The ladies are taking bathroom breaks and stretching their long, shapely legs. It's a little after midnight and the women look the same as they did when they walked in the door-gorgeous, rested, and dressed to the nines. I'm grumpy, tired, and dressed to kick some ass that I seriously hope doesn't need kicking. Moon's ring tone startles ...