Alan Intro

/me The unmarked sedan pulled into the gravel lined parking lot of the strip club, known as 'The Finest' as the name emblazoned on the outside blinked toward the populace. Gaudy red, green and blue lights rimmed the roof of the building, flashing at regular seizure inducing intervals and it looked seedy enough to be a less than modest establishment. The nearest business was some hundred yards away from it, with a chain link fence around the back that sealed off the smoking area for the clubs patrons. Alan opened his car door, a lit cigarette dangling from his lips as he got out and stretched, approaching the entrance. The bouncer at the front was a rather robust looking male, easily 6'6" or taller, but with a very large and heavyset build. He waved Alan in right away and held the door open for him. "Thanks Mark," he grunted, shouldering past the bouncer and into the den of sin.

Loud bass notes thumped into his eardrums and assaulted his senses, the smell of liquor flowing freely, barely audible laughs and squeals, hoots and hollers from the patrons on perv row as Missy was finishing up her set. Alan plucked the cigarette from his mouth and ground it out into an ashtray at an empty table before one of the cocktail waitresses came rolling around. "The usual Al?" came her sultry tones. They were dressed slutty, though modest enough to distinguish them from the dancers. Tight black spandex shorts and fishnet stockings, with low cut crop tops as well to complete the 'uniform'. "Make it a double this time around Molly, been a long fucking week," he replied before grabbing a seat for himself near the stage but far enough back that he wouldn't be glared at for not tossing one dollar bills at the dancers that took to it. Seemed like a decently busy night, but Fridays usually were, for a place like this anyways.