Rylee made a dramatic frown and reached for another shot. "Well lucky for you. I can count the amount of times I've seen Charlie in a bathing suit on one hand let alone naked. But God damn that'd be nice to see after all of this."
A vivid vision of Charlie naked and pissed while she scolded Rylee for going to the strip club came to his mind as did a happy series of thought about how he would handle the situation. He mentioned nothing of what was passing through his mind but the growing smirk on Rylee's face surely implied exactly where his mind had gone.
Rylee took to dancing a little in his seat, trying hard to keep his hands off of the stripper and succeeding in adhering to the rules. "We need more shots," Rylee roared, waving dramatically at the emptying shot glasses. "What is this? We need more!" He got to his feet with the idea of waving down the waitress, shifting his hips to avoid bumping into the dancer (no hands, no touching), and felt himself sway. He was much more intoxicated than he realized. "We need more shots!" He yelled towards Samuel and then waving towards the waitress with a wide grin. The beat of the music grabbed Rylee's attention and his hands went up as he began to bop pathetically along with the sound. The stripper raised an eyebrow but had an amused smile. She continued her dancing, keeping her distance from Rylee but now dancing somewhat with him, but Rylee was relatively oblivious to this as the lights and sounds of the club made his head swish in circles.