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[bigbad_again]

Wad of cash in his pocket (some Brenda's, some his own acquired by his own... dubious means), Spike arrives at the strip club with ten minutes to spare. He's invited a few people, telling them to bring anyone they like. The company might not be the best, but he's determined to have fun and not think about Brenda having her own fun. Besides, it's a

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[limping_twerpmd]

House and Foreman had, by mutual agreement, taken a cab to the club. They figured they'd get too drunk to drive, after all. Jeannette was over at Cameron's, since everyone else was involved with strippers in one way or another.

House pulled open the door. "We should buy Chase a lapdance," he said to Foreman.

[blondewombat]

"No," Chase says loudly, brushing past him. "I'm not getting a lapdance. I think my pregnant wife would be upset with you." He adds under his breath, "Evil."

[limping_twerpmd]

"You're going to deprive some poor girl of money?" House asks. "We're getting lapdances."

[blondewombat]

"Yeah, well, you're not married to a princess from a medieval-like era." Chase glares. "I'll watch them dance and pass the money off that way. Zelda would cry into next year if some stranger danced on my lap." He smirks, eying Foreman. "Not getting it at home, is he? Needs the lap dance?"

[pryce_here]

Wesley steps into the strip club with hesitation, glancing around the establishment. His expression remains blank as he takes in his surroundings, keeping any reactions or emotions at bay. Izzie insisted he attend the party, despite his reservations. Eventually, though, he gave in, agreeing to spend a few hours trying to enjoy himself.

Wesley orders a Guinness, taking a seat at a table in the far corner.

[royal_admiral]

"I'll take one of those," Norrington said with a confidence he didn't feel. "Is every pub in Princeton quite like this one? I'm afraid I'll have to scrub when I return to my Allison," he said to the man seated already.

[pryce_here]

Wesley smiles slightly to himself. "No, this would be a specified sort. Now in Los Angeles..." He gestures, ordering a drink for Norrington. "I'll assume you were forced into attending?"

[royal_admiral]

"By my fiancee," Norrington replied, long-suffering and clearly not in his element. "And you?"