Who: Tucker and Tamatoa When: Friday Night Where: Den of Dionysus What: This will either end in hilarity of the world exploding. (Match-Up!) Warnings: Uh, all of them? Status: Closed/In-Progress
It was still weird to Tucker that guys stripped at the club. It was definitely not his thing despite what people wrote and published on the internet.
Admittedly, it was hard not to notice Tamatoa. There were a lot of eccentric individuals and performers who worked at the club. There were even more interesting patrons. Tucker wasn't one of the rowdy ones. He genuinely enjoyed the shows that the dancers put on for the paying customers.
What guy wouldn't want handfuls of boobs and butts within their reach?
"A guy who didn't like them," he replied to himself, quietly, into the glass that had once been filled with a frothy and cool beer. It was the best way to unwind after a workweek. Work wasn't hard by any means for Tucker. Impressing the elderly was great. Wash was beginning to hone in on his and Quill's territory, though. That was not okay and something he'd have to address.
Eventually.
He'd probably just let it go.
Shaking his head, Tucker finished his beer and called out for another. That seemed to work better at times than going to the bar himself.