*Neil's pov*
I walked into the strip club and my eyes landed on the same bartender that was here during my last visit. I headed over to an empty spot at the bar and sat down. "Scotch on the rocks," I said to the bartender when she came over to get my order. I leaned back against the bar, scoping the place out, the bartender brought over my drink, took my money and brought me my change all without saying a word to me. It didn't bother me much, more confused me than anything. I had only been to this place twice, and from the start, this woman has given me nothing but the stink eye. I wasn't used to not having the ladies falling all over me.
I put the notion in the back of my mind, I grabbed my drink off the counter and spun in my chair so that I was facing the dance floor. I don't know wh
