Pulling her baggie from her duffel bag, Vala opened the baggie and took a deep breath of the pungent odor coming from the contents. Reaching in, she plucked out some premium bud and began making herself a nice fat joint. Moistening her lips, she licked the paper sealing the cigarette as the slack jawed stripper began talking about a pretty man in the club.

Vala listened with mild interest. None of their regulars were pretty, however some of the tourists that came in there were alright. She’d never really heard the girls talk about ‘pretty’ guys before, and they were all excited about the prospect of going to a back room with this man. She lifted a shoulder good for the girl who got him then. Right now she had a fatty that was begging to be toked, and then she’d start her rounds in the club.

Standing she was about to put the rolled joint between her lips when another girl came into the back room with a harried, and annoyed look on her face. Vala’s brows rose as the girl gave her a pointed look, telling her that a man two tables back from the stage wanted her. She pouted slightly, dropping her hand and was about to ask who with her fingers when the slack jawed girl stated ‘Oh my Gawd!’ Turning her head Vala looked over at Jazzy who’d come to stand beside her. Her best friend smirked, telling her that it looked like she got the pretty one. Jazzy took the joint from her friend’s fingers, waggling her brows at the other and gave her a slap on the ass.

Looks like I got the pretty one, huh? Vala thought to herself, letting out a mental sigh. Nudging Jazzy out of the way with her hip, she picked up her small notebook and pen, just in the event that she’d need them. She eyed her cigarettes for a moment, and rolled her eyes before grabbing them up too. Some of the time the guys wanted to ‘talk’ first, and if they didn’t mind her smoking she’d light one up. Of course there had been times where she hadn’t been ‘allowed’ to smoke. Those bastards just pissed her off though. Putting a fresh coat of lipstick on her lips, she turned heading out of the back room. As she left she heard one of the girls make a rude remark about her, and smirked as she heard Jazzy tear into them.

She let her eyes adjust to the dim lighting of the club as she stepped out, glancing up at the new girl on stage dancing to ‘Buttons’. Rolling her eyes at the clichéd song, she looked around the club, spotting the man that apparently everyone was talking about.

Her brow rose slightly, oh he was handsome, and the wad of cash he held in his hand didn’t go unnoticed by Vala’s watchful eyes. Smirking as she walked, she gave small waves to the regulars that she typically danced for with her free hand as she made her way over to the man. Vala paused about four feet away from the man, giving him a smile as she placed her cigarettes down on the table. Flipping her notebook open to a fresh page, she started writing. Once done she moved a little closer to him, holding the notebook out with a raised brow at him. Written there in her very elegant, and very clear handwriting was: What can I do you for? Her head tilted to the side a degree as she waited to see what he wanted from her.