Biz is Biz, usually, anyway

Slowing down, Cara weaved around the heavy traffic then quickly turned down a narrow service alley. She followed it for several blocks before reaching her first stop of the evening.

Club Destiney. An upscale place that attracted a wide range of clientele, from Corp tools to Street Runners with more credits then sense, it was among the hottest places and had become among the top ten 'it' places to be seen or to see others.
It was also owned by her aunt.
Gliding her bike close to a door leading to the building's lower levels she stopped in front of the security monitor and leaned close. Sensors scanned her face while a half dozen camera's stared her down. A moment later and there was a gravelly voice emitting from a recessed speaker.

"Wha'a'da say?"
"Your too good for this job, Tuck."
There was a grunt, then a deep laugh. The overhead door retracted with a rattle and squeal.
Guiding the Raptor inside, Cara rode lightly down the curving ramp several levels before turning off into an area marked for two wheeled vechiles. Along the way, she noted dozens of expensive cars, several limos, including two she recognized. One had a pair of Secboys standing beside it, their eyes gleaming in the semi-darkness, watching her pass.
As she manuvered her bike into a good spot, Cara looked up as the tall, well, she noted to herself, most of them were taller then her. The tall half-orc walking from an open door leading to the security office.
"Hello, Tuck."
"When ya gonna let me take a ride?"
"Me or the Raptor?"
Tuck paused for half a second before sending his laughter echoing through all three parking levels. He also wisely choose to forgo answering Cara's challenge.
"Here fer some fun? Or were ya wanting to see The Lady?"
"Is she here?"
"Yea, up in her usual spot."
Cara nodded, more to herself than to Tuck.
"Probably."
Tuck was also wise enough not to press further. It was one of his endearing charms that kept him employed and well paid.
"Well, youse knows the way. Place is packed, eh? Don Carrington is here, too."
"I saw his limo and his bullyboys. Anyone else?"
"Kojack's up der as well."
Cara frowned slightly. What was 'he' doing here? She wasn't a big believer in coincidence, even though, occasionally and grudgingly, admitting it did happen.
Swinging gracefully off her bike, Cara lightly patted the big half-orc's shoulder. It was like patting a poorly cushioned brick wall.
"Thanks for the heads up."
Tuck nodded and watched her head for the service elevator. As the door closed behind her, his hand drifted to the secured earbud buried in his right ear and gave a brief report of the young elf's arrival.