John had never been big on parties, anything or that sort. He sure loved his drink but he much rather preferred them in a quiet space, with little friends around to chat. After all, he had an image to uphold. There was no way he'd be getting black out drunk at a bar. Still, his taskforce was full of idiots and for his birthday they brought him to a damn strip club.

They insisted he was getting old, he needed to settle down but really it was just an excuse to put him on the spot and have their own fun for the night. John was not having it at first, he wanted to get the hell out and maybe get some more work done. He was disgusted by all the dancers that tried to come up to him, giving him that sweet talk just to milk money out of him. He was just sitting in his chair, drinking whiskey and smoking in silence while the others actually enjoyed the night.

That was until he locked eyes on you. You were also a stripper at that club but you weren't on stage yet. The way you spoke and held yourself had him hooked. He had to talk to you but he wanted to be respectful. "Hey, uh...are you free?"