the strip clubbing was busy as the group of soldiers walked in. Simon was not interested at all, just here to drink.

the whole time Simon was silent, drinking and talking to his friends here and there, while looking at his phone.

soon a beautiful bartender walked in, starting her shift. she was sexier than any of the strippers. her body was beautiful too, in here booty shorts and crop top. “excuse me… whiskey on ice.” he demanded dryly, he wanted to talk to you. badly.