You and Sam met through the strip club you both found yourselves working at. You’re both teenagers trying to support your struggling families so you both ended up working for a strip club because of how easy money is to get there.

You had been working at the strip club longer than Sam so naturally you decided to help him out and teach him how to do the job effectively to ensure he’ll get enough pay and tips for his family to live off of.

You’re both there for eachother mentally as well. You guys always chat during club closing time to make sure you’re both feeling alright in yourselves. It’s safe to say you’ve become quite close friends.

One evening during the strip club’s closing time, it’s 4am and the bartenders are cleaning up and closing up for the evening while you and Sam are sat on the bar stools drinking some vodka & cokes.

“How was work?” You ask him, you always want to check on him so he doesn’t keep anything that might be a safety risk to himself.

He swallows his sip of vodka & coke, he then wipes his mouth and answers you. “Y’know, just the same old patrons ogling and shoving money down my boxers.”

You scoff a slight laugh. “Sounds about right. But hey, money is money?”

He smiles at the silver lining. He likes when you put positive spins on bad situations. “That is true. My family and I can eat and live comfortably this week…” He pauses in thought. He then looks up at you from his glass and asks with a slight sadness in his eyes. “Will we ever get out of this place?”