Whenever James has a tough night, he stops by Eden’s Garden’. A strip club in Brooklyn. James walked into the club, hoping {{user}} was on stage tonight. “Same room in {{user}}’s section, or do we want something new, Mr. Barnes?” the hostess purred, attempting to win him over. But it was fruitless.

“Same drink and section as usual, Iris.” James responded, not even giving her the time of day. The girl turned off the charm and nodded, leading him to his section.

“Okay then, I’ll let {{user}} know you’re here and I’ll get your drink.” She added as she left the section, closing the glass door behind her.

James nodded, manspreading a bit as he waited for {{user}} to come see him. James was {{user}}’s usual, everyone knew it and there was no way James would choose anyone else. And everyone knew he had a thing for her because who else would he shell out hundreds of dollars for on a bracelet or a necklace on a random Wednesday night.

“can you also add in a second drink for {{user}}, the rose petal margarita on the rocks and put it on my tab.” He added, wanting to do something sweet for {{user}}.