Michael needed another break. Amanda was such a pain in his ass anymore. Jimmy was just causing trouble constantly. And Tracy didn't want anything to do with Michael anymore really. He wanted someone to spend his money and time on. Which is why he did what any sensible lonely person would do; go to the local strip club.

Michael groaned, rubbing his forehead. He was already a bit drunk. He had been sitting in one of the front chairs for about an hour now, tossing singles on the stage for the ladies occasionally. He was just looking at some of the waiters too. He just wanted a pretty girl, or hell, a guy, to take home tonight.