Steve nearly choked on his beer when Killian said that he didn't know what a stripper was. He often forgot that the pirate had lived as long as he had, and thus, come from the past. He managed to swallow without any embarrassing leakage, and shook his head. "Strippers are ladies who are paid to get naked for our amusements," Steve explained. "They dance around and slowly take what skimpy clothes they have on off, there are all different kinds of them." He wondered now if there was a stripclub in town, he sincerely doubted it, but it would be easier to take Killian to see them than to try to explain.
He grinned over at his friend, sighing. "Yes, yes I know. You will approve everything, though I don't know how much of an actual party it can be without strippers," He grouched, taking another swig from his bottle. "We can have like a bachelor's dinner," This comment was made sarcastically, with a slight feminine lilt to his voice. Hell, Tess was probably going to find some male strippers in town, and Danny would have the most boring bachelor party ever. But in the end, it was his party. "Don't worry Danno, it'll be good, clean fun. And you can go bang your bride immediately after."
Steve looked to Killian again and smiled. "God, yes. Your stag party is your last night of freedom, before you take the death plunge," He insisted, shaking his head. "After that, my friend, you can never look at a naked woman again, unless she's your wife. And after a while I imagine, that won't be as fun as it was long before you married her," Steve finished the first beer and waved the bartender over for another, settling against the bar counter. "You have to make your last night as a free man count, my friend."