J told me that M and B got into it on Friday night. They went, with Andrea, to an art show having to do with Howard.
Andrea locked the entertainers' paychecks in the drawer downstairs, and left with the key to go to the show. A few dancers showed up to pick up their checks, and of course, couldn't get to them.
So B says to that, 'fuck em. They owe us money anyway. Let them wait". To which M says, "um, no they don't. They pay their house fees before receiving their checks". Something something transpires and B takes personal offense because he feels M is jumping down A's throat-
Meanwhile M is like, 'why don't you let me run the club...business is buisness- nothing personal' to which B turns bright red and says something along the lines of 'this is MY club and if you don't like it make other arrangements'... blah blah blah...with some 'fuck you's' going back and forth. Meanwhile, the two babies are screaming at each other at an art show.
Meanwhile, M is one to talk- he wants to be able to run the club- how about letting the rest of us in the office do our jobs too? Micromanager from HELL!
