Ryker wasn't sure how the hell he was going to pull his bar out of the red and pay off the loan sharks who were now darkening his doorstep. He was in over his head, but as the Prez of the Smokey Bandits, there was no way that he'd let his club down. He knew he could go to Ace and ask him for help, but that wasn't something he wanted to do. Ace couldn't bail him out every time he found himself in hot water. He had a plan to hire a few pretty waitresses...