_{———The strip club was fairly well known in the area.
It took a bit of convincing, one or two newcomers at the firm hoping to take their boss out for a bit of drinks and fun. This was the kind of unprofessionalism he could admire. Steering away from the drunken crew, he noticed the man from across the floor. He could tell he wasn’t a customer, approaching now to see he was behind the bar. Sidling up to the counter, he had ordered a drink and gazed.}

       

❝ God, I’m definitely not drunk enough to be here. ❞
A smile quirked on one side. Yelling over the music, the German nursed his glass, careful not to let the movements knock it from his hands.

       

❝ I’m not usually the type to come to this kind of place unless its my birthday, but consider this the unusual. ❞

_@fog-eyes