see, nils had told himself he was only wandering into the strip club to inquire about a job––not stripping (too many scars don’t make for a very pretty dancer, in his opinion) but something in the place. how could he help himself if he had a tendency towards seedier places? the dark corners of clubs and bars always felt like a safety blanket, and if he was looking to get anything extra special, it was usually these places he could do it at. playground had a two drink minimum, so he ordered himself two shots to start the night off. he’d walked in on the middle of someone’s dance, a very handsome someone, with long dark hair and good dance moves. never one for shame, nils plopped himself right down, leaning back in the chair to insure he got the best view possible. he didn’t have much, but he at least had a few pounds he could share with the dancer. ( @lucasxpatel​ )