"Ow... that's domestic violence." He said dryly, never flinching as she gave his arm a good thump. "I've taken the older boys. Neither of which were that into it." It seemed once River was past his teen aged years, he leveled out, and girls weren't his obsession anymore. For a while, he had been big into drawing, even having a online comic for a few years. Then he had transitioned into music, something he swore up, and down he would never do, he just didn't have the ear for it. The boy had been wrong, obviously, as he was now one hell of a drummer, in a very successful band. Noe, he hadn't been over the moon about the place either, calling it some what tasteless. Alright, so yeah, it had been, but not every strip club was going to have a burlesque show. Most places had down, and dirty dancers, because that was what most men wanted. They wanted a girl wearing floss for underwear, to grind her ass in their laps, before burying their face between a set of huge, fake boobs. They could agree on one thing, the art of tease was far more appealing, it let the anticipation build, you couldn't beat it. Sometimes though, you didn't have time, you just wanted the instant gratification. Now, he knew that he was going to one day be getting calls from clubs, asking that he come pick his son up, otherwise he would be arrested. Felix was going to have a field day in those places. "Oh, there isn't anything that can be done about that." Wes shook his head, their son would try it, no matter what his older brother said to him before hand. "Fuck, I don't know. Soon. I'm worn out. I'd like to sleep for about a year." They had been at it for six months now, if it wasn't close to wrapping, he'd shoot himself. There were two more shows lined up, but he intended to speak to their manager, who any more were added.
"Which is why you're wonderful." Beer was an amazing invention, and he loved to drink like a fish, still. But, as much as he had been sweating, he knew he had to pound back some of that water to help cool himself off. He tucked the beer into the crook of his elbow, before opening the water, and bringing it up to his lips. "Yeah, they did. A fan base isn't really anything, when you have your manager shoving sales figures under your nose... this is where you really see it." They weren't climbing the top ten charts, but what had seemed like a small number on paper, was quite the opposite in person. It was just a mass of bodies at every fucking show. You couldn't beat it, didn't get any better. "Damn that kid is impatient. And easily bored. Why didn't he just start pranking the babysitter?" That was typically what he did, when he didn't find the baby sitter in question to be attractive enough. "On second thought, we better get there, before he does start that up." They couldn't afford to pay the woman an arm and a leg, if he did end up causing her too much harm. The little hellion would just have to hang for a bit longer. "No, don't think you did... but, if you would like to say so again, I'll happily listen." Leaning over, he placed a kiss to her hair, his hand sliding down to rest over the curve of her backside. It didn't take him long to strip down to his boxer shorts, letting him self air out, before he slipped back into another set of clothes he had brought along with him. It was still cold in Amsterdam, the nights were frigid, but at that moment, he didn't care. The air felt amazing against his heated skin. "Oh... guess who lives here now... do you remember Jaida Laurent? She was a student, back when we taught at Halcyon. Anyway, I was talking to the lead singer of the band that opened for us, and they have used her for sessions, and stuff before. I got her number... thought I'd call her, see what the fuck she's up to, and why the fuck she's a vampire now." It didn't surprise him that much, the girl had always hung around the undead, and when you did that, it typically meant you were looking to become one as well.