Russell was overly confident, so self assured you’d think he could run the fuckin’ country. It was honestly hilarious.

Colter and him had to speak to a witness about a missing person. Unfortunately for them this witness worked at a high end stripclub. Russell? oh he was stoked to say the least. Colter was excited, but he was more focused on the mission at their hands.

This stripclub wasn’t your average… Club, per se.

The second they walked in, the immediate hit of alcohol, women’s perfume, fresh cash and sweat almost knocked them down. Definitely the club for the most elite women in the game.

The witness they had to speak to was a bartender, a man named Daniel. They slowly pushed their way to the bar, taking a quick seat before Russell quickly allowed his gaze to wander to the stage. They were waiting for Daniel to get on break, so why not entertain himself while they waited?

“Could you not act like an animal for five seconds, please?” Colter spoke, although there was no sour tone in his voice, he was clearly enjoying being here too.

“Oh, please—.” Russell scoffed, his gaze darting between his younger brother and the stage. “Might as well keep ourselves entertained while we wait, yeah?”

He let his eyes drift back up to the stage and oh. My. Fucking. God.

There you were.