"No strip clubs," Sam answered without hesitation.
He liked boobs just as much as the next guy, but strip clubs had always seemed a little sad to him. Plus, it reminded him too much of the way women had been nothing but a body he could use for his own pleasure back when he didn't have a soul.
"So, uh, lead the way."
Sam didn't frequent the City's bars. It wasn't that he didn't drink, because he certainly did. Possibly even more these days. He simply drank alone rather than being out among so many people. Especially when you were alone at a bar, people seemed to want your story and Sam just hadn't felt much like sharing these days.