He needed a drink. And a strong one. Unfortunately, a majority of the bars in town have banned him because of his behavior. There’s one place he can go. A strip club in town.

Logan steps into The Velvet Getaway. Dressed in his usual rugged clothes. Jeans with a buttoned up flannel. A white tank top underneath and a pare of boots on his feet. With a brown jacket over his flannel. His eyes land on the bar pretty much immediately. Walking over to it and past a few dancers. His eyes darting up and down their bare skin before he turns back to the bar. He takes a seat in the stool.

“Whiskey, neat.” He said gruffly to the bartender.

The club isn’t too busy on the week night. Music plays in the background of dancers performing either for individual customers or on a pole for a small group. The space is dimly lit with spot lights on different performing areas. Velvet couches and chairs are arranged with perfect views to watch the performances.