Truth be told, Lucas had never been to a strip club before. If he wished to see a naked woman, he would simply go to a bar and pick one up. What was the point of looking, if you could not touch? The reason he was on his way to such an establishment was his best friend Barry. Lucas put a Camerupt light in his mouth as he made his way through shady alley ways. It was not locate in the better parts of town.
In cheap neon lights the sign read, ‘Lusty Liepard: A Gentlemen’s Club.’ Lucas found it absolutely hysterical that they referred to it was a, “Gentlemen’s Club.’ It was rare enough to meet genuine gentlemen nowadays, much less in a cheesy strip club. This misadventure could be a learning experience, study the interactions of such people.
As always, Barry was late. People always commented about how fast he ran about. He wouldn’t have to run to places if he left at a reasonable time. Lucas guessed Barry got side tracked in a pot haze, of course he could be wrong. He chained smoked as he waited for the blonde. Just as Lucas began to dial Barry’s number, he saw a blur in the distance. Lucas hollered, “Barry, is that you?!?”