Rylee spun towards Samuel and swayed, taking a few steps to the side to catch his balance as he tried to steady Samuel in his sight. "You will get your VIP room, Samuel," Rylee said very seriously despite that his entire body was swaying. He reached for a shot and tossed it back, not sure what it was, not caring, and only fueling his intoxicated stupor.
"I always tried to take a peek," Rylee said with a loud sigh and plopped down on his chair, it tipping to one side before settling on all four legs; Rylee didn't seem to notice. "One time when we were in High School we went to the local pool. We never went to the pool cuz we were always swimmin' in the creek. But yeah we went to the pool and she wore a bikini which was amazin' in itself. And then her top came off in the water and it was beautiful." Rylee let out a sigh and gazed off, not seeing the strippers for a moment while he focused on his memory of Charlie. Topless, dripping wet, and pissed as hell as she frantically tried to get her bikini top. "I don't think she saw me starin' at her. I got a nice eyeful until I tried to cover her up cuz there were some assholes lookin' at her."
Rylee bristled at that memory. He knew very well that Charlie had been with different men and sometimes men would look her over and he hated it. "She has sadly tried to keep herself hidden from me since." Rylee frowned and turned a sad face to Samuel. He looked incredibly depressed, the fact that he hadn't seen Charlie near nude since that wonderful moment years ago was quite possibly the most upsetting thing in Rylee's liquor soaked mind.