She scoffed then, folding her arms and crossing one a defiant leg over the other. "What? You mean that dump off Mont Blanc? I've seen it." But never actually been inside. Strip clubs were so low-brow. Not that she wasn't curious what it would be like to work in one. Red scoffed again. Degrading, she imagined. She'd never sink that low.
Chip was taking it slow, going around the block until one of them decided where would be their ultimate destination. (Though he had a feeling he already knew.)