Alex tips the bartender the nod for more beers as she leads Eddie across the floor of the club towards one of the curtained off VIP boothes. "I didn't grow up in a trailer, but it wasn't much better," says Alex (and, in the case of Ground Zero, she's pretty sure it was much, much worse). "You can acquire a taste for that kind of thing." She leads him into the room and nods towards the couch - there's a pair of them, as well as a low platform in the middle of the space. "Make yourself comfortable. It's normally a couple of hundred, but I'll do it for fifty down?"