Rylee gathered the singles and gently placed them into a neat little pile. Sitting them beside his half drunk glass before he looked back up at the strippers. "It looks painful," Rylee commented as the stripper did something else that seemed impossible. Then she was moving, dancing, more skin was becoming exposed and Rylee's eyes went large again. He quickly downed the rest of the whiskey and gave his head a shake.
"I... I don't really need a dance, really, Samuel," Rylee said nervously. Glancing shyly at the woman Samuel had pointed out. His jaw dropped as she pulled down her panties and he leaned back in his chair, feeling it skid slightly on the floor. "I... I... need more drinks. If we're going to be here for awhile." It was like magic when Rylee realized the other whiskey had appeared. It had taken a moment, the first glass already making his head swim. He hadn't eaten since 1800 and with his low tolerance another glass was probably a bad idea, if Rylee kept downing them as he was, but at this point he didn't care because he had a very long night ahead of him.
"Thank you for the other drink," Rylee said, raising the glass to Samuel before taking a shaking sip once more. He peaked at the stripper, squeezing his eyes closed for a moment then opening them again. Yup, she was still there, and she was still very naked.