Ian and Johnny
Ian really didn't know what made a good stripper either. He was a bit awkward on stage, but people still seemed to like him. He made most of his money on lap dances. It was easier to perform for just one person.
Of course dry humping strangers for money wasn't exactly his dream job, but nothing was, so it was fine for now.
"Oh, that reminds me!" He said suddenly. "Why the hell didn't you tell me that the hottest guy in town is your almost-brother-in-law?" Ian punched him in the arm lightly.