d a h l i a.

“yeah?” he lifted a brow, awaiting her reasons for deciding not to give the chick in the leopard print a job ( she danced well, had a great ass, dean couldn’t see any issue – but naturally, he wouldn’t, strippers were something of a blind spot. ) “i wasn’t looking.” he shrugged. he could understand why the walk away could be important but in this case, he felt as though he’d got his fill, which is why he turned around to look at the boss lady as they were exiting. shouldn’t he have? did he miss something? “sounds like you know what you’re talkin’ about. i was just here for the show….. and the alcohol.” 

“You weren’t but I was. Instead of keeping up the illusion of pure attraction, she walked like she would on a normal day.” She explained. Dahlia studied him for a moment. “Well I hope my auditionees didn’t disappoint nor my whiskey making skills.” She joked considering it was basically just pouring from a bottle but she returned to her own whiskey-based cocktail. “I do hope to see your face around here more often though so my girls and possibly myself can show you what we really do. Are you a wanderer to town or sticking around, Dean?”