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Cass ran her fingers through her hair before letting it fall back around her shoulders while she looked at Lawrence. This was the last place she expected to see him but there was no way to avoid it now. So she put a smile on her face and shrugged. “Guess you got lucky.” She leaned against the bar in front of him and grinned. “I know I do, and you should feel lucky, that you’ve seen me naked.” Her eyes moved to the stage before she shook her head. “No I’m behind the bar tonight. It’s where I like to be.” She nodded at his comment about the club not being her type of place. He couldn’t have been more right but there wasn’t much she could do about that. It was a job and it paid really well. “It’s not but I’m a good bartender and I get great tips. Plus there are times when handsome men like you come in here.” She looked him over before her eyes moved back to his. “You look a lot better without your clothes on.”

"Very lucky. That seems to be a habit of mine when it comes to you." He said with a smirk, falling back into his seat. "There's that confidence I loved so much, I might have missed it just a tad. You make quite a lasting impression on a man, if you weren't already aware of that fact." It wasn't as if she was constantly on his mind since he saw her last, but she certainly wasn't forgotten. "Behind the bar, right. I think I might like you better back there too. I feel privileged I've gotten you out of those clothes, I don't know how happy I'd be seeing you take them off so easily for anyone else." He scanned the club, it did seem pretty packed. It was no wonder she preferred the bar. "I don't think these guys would even be worth it, do you? Handsome men like me, but not quite me, right? There's nothing like the real thing, sweetheart." Cassandra never had a problem being incredibly forward with him, and that was probably part of the reason he'd taken such a liking to her. That wasn't something he was particularly known for. "You can't be happy here, even behind the bar things must get pretty exhausting. Wouldn't you rather be somewhere else? I'd imagine not all the men here are as kind to you as I've been."

Sherlock gave an unamused smile. “A woodchuck can actually chuck 163 cubic centimeters of wood. Case solved.”

"I question the childhood you had if that's your answer, buddy. It's not supposed to be taken so literally. I was kidding, you know, ha ha jokes."

Finished With The Show || Lawrence & Cassandra

On occasion Lawrence came across clients who had rather interesting ways of conducting business. While bars and strip clubs weren't his ideal place to try and schmooze investors at, it always proved to be successful, and in the end getting them to sign on the dotted line was the important thing. Besides, there were a lot worse places to be, and being surrounded by pretty girls taking their tops off and endless amounts of booze was hardly unappealing. Stepping in, Lawrence was greeted instantly with the sound of unavoidable music blaring and shouts echoing throughout the establishment. He found a small table in the corner of the room, where he hoped he and his guests- who've yet to arrive, could enjoy the view without having to be in the middle of the chaos. It wasn't long before he was approached, turning quickly as he heard his name. "Cassandra," he said, shocked by her presence. This was just about the last place he assumed he'd run into someone, especially her. "Fancy meeting you here." A smile broke on his face, surprisingly enough he was actually excited to see her again, he didn't expect that to happen. "You look," he trailed off, looking her up and down. "Better naked, quite frankly. I don't suppose you'll be taking the stage tonight?" He would've never assumed the blonde to be a stripper, or even working here, but it did explain why their first meeting went the way it had. "You know, this doesn't really seem like your type of place."

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"Ah, well you see there's a case your expertise may be needed to solve. Curious minds everywhere are dying to know. How much wood would a woodchuck chuck, if a woodchuck could chuck wood?"

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