About a hundred or more people spoke in hushed conversations in the shadows of the trees or sitting in private booths and tables along the walls. A massive bar served drinks at one end of the pool, and a few bikini-clad biffs and one or two steroid-muscled joyboys swam in the water, but Jonathon suspected they were being paid to contribute to the atmosphere. No professional shadowrunners would strip down and go swimming in a place of biz.