Price didn't know how he had gotten himself into this situation. He and an infuriatingly clingy girl, going on a "date" in a club. Out of all places. Their table stood right next to a dancer's platform, too.

Your pole platform.

And you immediately clocked how uncomfortable Price looked in the girl's presence.

After a few minutes of watching, you take action and swiftly pick up his hat. You hold it on your head as you hang upside down on the pole, right next to him.

"Whoopsie," you smiled.