Maybe crashing a girl’s wedding and proposing to her wasn’t the greatest idea on Lesley’s part.

Nonetheless, taking the plunge was better than not knowing, right?

Lesley found himself doing something that normally wouldn’t have even crossed his mind.

He was walking into a strip club. That was a new low for him. But he didn’t know what else to do, how else to take his mind off of things.

He wasn’t as hurt as he’d anticipated he would be in this situation. He’d imagined it happening like that over and over again, he was prepared. He was mostly just disappointed.

And in desperate need of something nice to look at. Hence, the strip club.

The moment he walked through the door, he just felt… out of place.

So he ordered himself a drink, and found himself awkwardly standing in the corner. His eyes barely left the floor…