Samuel soon followed suit, plucking a plastic shot glass from the discarded tray, echoing Rylee's cheer with an "Hooah" of his own. The waitress called it something with 'sex' in the name, or perhaps only something with an overtly sexual connotation; regardless, her excessively sultry voice was soon drowned out by the beginning of a new and vibrant song, all thudding bass and grinding guitar. Samuel's brow furrowed as he drank down his shot, feeling the thin plastic crack in his careless grip. As he set the empty glass aside, already reaching for another, he caught the gaze the dancer in question leveled at the crowd. Immediately he flashed a sharp grin; he tipped his head to her, beckoning her over.
She traipsed over toward them, calves taut from the prancing of her high black heels, her entrance announced by a purring baritone singing - inexplicably, Samuel felt - in German. Samuel had no earthly idea what Ich schmecke mein eignes Blut might mean, but he had no complaints at all with how tonight's entertainment chose to dance to it. How much of the song had gone by before bills began disappearing in questionable places, Samuel could not have said, though it corresponded with approximately four shots for him and his friend.
What remained of the song was a blur of colorful shots and wrinkled, sweat-damp singles. At some point enough money and good will had been exchanged that the dancers themselves grew more hands-on: the brush of a leg here, soft fingertips tracing just there. It was a torment of the most damnable, wonderful sort. Samuel could not help a drunken laugh as the girl's backside brushed too close against his lap, skimming lightly over his unabashed arousal.
"You're good company when you're shitfaced, Soldier," he said, his insistent Army terminology meant more to tease than out of malice. "Y'know." He reached for another shot glass, long having lost count of how many he'd put back. "Next time we come, we should bring the ladies out." He laughed again, looking back to the girl now arching sharply above him, black hair trailing down the insides of his thighs.