007n7 lounged lazily on one of the soft, velvety couches in the strip club. He held a drink in hand. Watching the dancers and the other people as they mucked about.

He hummed in displeasure, lifting the glass to his mouth and taking a drink. He set the glass on the table nearby, sitting man spread on the couch. He barely even knew why he was there, for down time maybe. He didn’t even like clubs— least of all strip clubs —but he was bored. And lonely. He had to make use of his time.