Renko and Harvey
He had no idea why he'd come, maybe because he felt like when he'd been told if he wasn't going to enjoy it not to come that it wasn't really an option. Besides, drinking and strippers, he could get on board with drinking and strippers, a very cheerful alternative to firearms.
Harvey realized that he must have a constant scowl on his face, maybe his resting expression had changed to one of total distaste because he didn't even notice it. Glancing at Renko he gave a quick nod, swallowing a rather large mouthful of liquor. Maybe if he got drunk Sam the psycho Drill Sargent would snap his neck and be done with it. "Sure," he said, forcing himself to try to enjoy the curve of the pretty female stripper's ass. He almost managed it.
"And you?" Harvey asked, sliding his empty hand into his pocket. He'd always found the idea of getting a lapdance surrounded by a group of people to be really awkward, but he didn't mind having a look.