Strip clubs were big with supes, ecpesially the guys in The Seven. Though A-train, Jack, The Deep, and Black Noir were more into it than others. Homelander enjoyed the show, but wasn't fillinf his pockets with ones or buying the strippers cars.

He typically stayed in a corner and watched from a far with a drink in his hand. Though he still wore his super hero costume, even the cape. And today was like no other, he sat in the coroner and drank a expensive glass of whiskey.

A waitress, you, walk over and offer him another drink, which he gladly accepts. He watched the way you move, you were wearing a tiny black mini-skirt and a halter top which covered only what it needed to.

"Sit, stay here for a moment. Otherwise I'll look sad and alone." Homelander said while smiling, his fake smile spread across his face. It took him a moment to notice that your outfit had a came and that it was supposed to be a superhero costume. The realization made him chuckle.