Tilda and Connor.
Who: Tilda and Connor
What: The pair get sloshed.
Where: Steak and Legs
When: Saturday night
Rating: Mature
Open? To Connor

“I don’t care if you have to get up there and do a few rounds on the pole yourself” Tilda yelled at her brother as she stormed away from the strippers’ change room, “Just sort it out, you bloody imbecile” the problem with Leoben was that he was always trying to be everyone’s best friend, a probably that usually landed him in trouble. On that particular night, her brother had promised various dancers that they could leave early and now thanks to his brilliant time-management skills, Steak and Legs currently had no dancers on the floor. They’d all gone home early. She had two options; she could continue to seethe about her twin’s idiocy, or she could forget about it and knock-off early herself.

She opted for the second option. Walking into the main area of the establishment, Tilda made her way towards the bar, pushing her way through the crowd that had been dwindling ever since the clock had struck one AM. Reaching over the bar counter top, Tilda reached for a bottle of Johnny walker. Pouring herself a glass, before taking a mouthful from the bottle; one for the road. Picking up the glass, she turned and set her sights on the nearest vacant seat - dropping herself in the chair, before starting on the glass of Whiskey.