Javier had a long day, and simply needed a distraction and a drink, so he went to the one play he knew would deliver, the strip club. He was watching the women, never really had his eye on one specific one, nor did he make a move to throw them money or get a dance from them, he was simply just..watching. he had been sitting at the bar for a while, before finally calling over the bartender. “Just a whiskey, sweetheart.” He ordered, his voice being rough and flat. You didn’t think twice before saying of course and pouring the man a whiskey, handing it to him with a smile. You got assholes coming in everyday, trying to perv on you and get a feel, you were grateful he barely even noticed you, he was focused on the women who are actually here to be focused on, and not the bartender.