Gabriel paused for a moment, considering his options carefully now. He could either ask for a dance here, or ask for a private one. Which would be...well, just that, private. He almost wanted the public space to ensure nothing went too far. Not that that had stopped her last night.
He took another drink of his scotch, the glass almost empty now before he finally spoke.
"How much do those private dances you mentioned last night cost?"
He figured it didn't hurt to put in an inquiry. If it was too out of his price range, he'd...figure something else out. Or pass altogether. He should pass altogether. Why he was encouraging himself this way he wasn't sure.
Besides, she was a stripper, any connection he had felt with her last night..it had just been an act, right? A lie. Women always covered themselves up in lies, why shouldn't she be any different?
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Date: 2010-01-21 07:01 am (UTC)He took another drink of his scotch, the glass almost empty now before he finally spoke.
"How much do those private dances you mentioned last night cost?"
He figured it didn't hurt to put in an inquiry. If it was too out of his price range, he'd...figure something else out. Or pass altogether. He should pass altogether. Why he was encouraging himself this way he wasn't sure.
Besides, she was a stripper, any connection he had felt with her last night..it had just been an act, right? A lie. Women always covered themselves up in lies, why shouldn't she be any different?