You know, a guy just tries to do some coke in the maintenance closet in peace and....*gestures to all of this*

Sam kicks out. 

"Look Reba....Rummy....Remmy? I'm as besotted with these regular interactions as I'm sure you are, but let's be real. I'm one match away from a briefcase and I'm not losing the championship this way. And try as you might  to pretend these are just meet cutes, I know what you're really after. 

MY PRECIOUS FLUIDS. AND MY TITLE.

BECAUSE YOU'RE A VAMPIRE.

But....heh....it's like whatever at this point. I already proved that I have nothing to fear from Kris at Leap of Faith. He failed to stop me. So I declare you free of Kris' influence forevermore. And furthermore, I actually have an offer for you. 

I don't know if you've heard of the Rollerwhores, but they're my crack team of body guard sluts and I just so happen to have an opening for a vampire Rollerwhore. 

So whaddya say? I mean, you're practically unemployed now so what do you have to lose? Eh?"