That was the plus side of dating in the supernatural world, the world where you belonged. You could move into a relationship with more honesty. Even then, he'd had grown so used to hiding parts of himself, inward, and outward, that it was a huge change for him. Piper had been one of the few women he dated, that knew what he was. Most never discovered it, which in truth, had been for the best. Most also had to gradually learn about his substance abuse problems. After all, no one wanted to do the AA introduction on the first date. 'Hi, I'm Wes. I'm an alcoholic, and drug addict.' Yeah, that wasn't a big seller. Most only tolerated that behavior for a short amount of time, before they bounced. Or, did as Piper had, and tried to change him. He hadn't needed to hide a damn thing from Cat. No, he hadn't told her about his issues on the first date, but it all came out a lot sooner than it did with most.
He couldn't argue with that. One of the hottest things your partner could do for you, was to act out of character from time to time. To do something that would spice things up. This was certainly one of them. Dressing up fell in that category too. But, he wasn't one that always needed thrills. He enjoyed a simple evening just as much as an exciting one. All depending on his mood, of course. "Be my guest." There was no doubt in his mind, that he could handle both woman dancing for him. But if not, he was sure as hell going to enjoy trying. At the very least.
One worry he had, had, when the club changed owners, was that the music was going to start sucking. Thankfully, it was tolerable enough, as far as strip clubs went. He'd been to a few back home that played music worth stabbing someone over. It didn't matter how hot the girl was, if they were grinding on the pole to Justin Timberlake, he wanted to eat a fucking gun. A few times, he'd been in a place, and heard his own mucis suddenly come over the intercom system. Those dancers usually got a huge type from him. Really though, who wouldn't love that? His hands moved to Cat's hips, as she placed herself more firmly in his lap. They stayed there only a moment, before moving around her waist, and over her stomach. Leaning forward as well, he spoke against her ear. "Would it be in poor taste to tip you?" He asked brushing his lips against her pulse point.