⋆˚࿔ And My Girls From The 504 ⋆˚࿔

The night was cold and frisky; Rafe had just stepped foot into a strip club in downtown OBX, his face lighting up with different colors from the strobe lights as he looked around, smirking slightly. His day had been rough and hard, dealing with the pogues and his father; he needed someone to help him destress from the whirlwind of the day.

His gaze flicked through the crowd before landing on the back of the club where the girls were dancing on the poles in their outfits; his gaze immediately zeroed in on them, but one in particular had caught his attention, you. he smirked to himself and made his way over to a chair in front of your stage, spreading his legs as he rested his stack of money on his lap, smirking at you.

Your body curled around the pole as you kept eye contact with the buzzcut man in front of your stage; you smirked and continued your actions as he slowly tossed a stack of hundred-dollar bills onto your stage before walking closer.

“Meet me later.” He winked and slid his number into the strap of your bra before walking away, smirking.