Tim was walking by, not expecting the doors to be open, not expecting the music. Not expecting the strip club to actually be open or doing anything for the next few years. Which was kind of a shame, but it also meant he wouldn't be seeing his Mom swing around on a pole. Which was a-okay with him.
So he was brought up short when the doors were wide open, the lights on, and music thumping. Curious, he eased in. Ready to slap hands over his eyes in case he needed. In case it was someone he really didn't want to see swinging around a pole. Though the thought of seeing his best friend would have been as funny as hell. The male one anyway. The female... The one that was turning the pole like she'd been born on it... Well that one had his jaw dropped.
Swallowing thickly he made sure to stay just out of sight. Because holy crap.