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Crow made his way around the shoulder-to-shoulder bodies and crowded tables until he reached the one reserved for him and his buddies.
Settling down in one of the chairs, Benny grinned. “Great view.”
“It’s like we’re on the damn platform.” Josh bumped against Crow. “You got pull, dude.”
“Yeah—the Night Rebels own the place,” he replied as he pulled out a chair.
“That’s right, I forgot.” Josh plopped down next to him.
“You’ve only come here a dozen times. How the hell did you forget?”
Josh shrugged. “It’s been kind of crazy at work. My mind’s foggy.”
“She’s hot,” Benny gushed.
Crow glanced over and saw Champagne and Tawny strutting and gyrating across the LED dance floor to rock music. The stage had glossy, iridescent liquid tiles that supported the women and two steel poles at each end. A stainless steel drink rail circled half of the platform, and VIP tables circled the other half.
“What’s her name?” Benny asked.
“Which one?”
“The brunette.”
“Tawny.”
“I like the blonde,” Josh said.
Chuckling, Crow glanced over at Eagle, who was transfixed by Houston twirling around one of the poles.
“You’re not the only one who does.”
“Maybe I’ll get a lap dance with her. What do you think?” Josh asked.
“She’d appreciate it, dude. That’s where the money’s at.”
“I want to see some of the other dancers before I make up my mind,” Benny said.
Crow craned his neck and noticed one of the waitresses, Aspen, weaving her way through the crowd while balancing bottles of whiskey, champagne, and hefty jugs of beer. They locked eyes, and a grin spread over her face, then she mouthed, “I’ll be there in a sec.” Standing up, he shook his head and gestured to the bar.
“Shots of Jack?” he asked the table.
Eagle nodded, his gaze never leaving the stage.
“Give me a gin neat,” Benny replied.
“Whiskey’s good for me,” Josh added as he pulled out his wallet.
“Put that away—I got this round,” Crow said.
“No, I insist. I don’t want anything for free.” Josh took out a twenty.
“What the fuck? I told you I don’t want it.” He turned away and weaved his way toward the bar.
“It’s been a while since you’ve been here,” Army said.
“Benny and Josh wanted to come, and Eagle’s got the hots for Houston,” Crow replied. “Blondes give him a boner. A few months ago, it was Dallas.”
Army laughed. “At least he’s sticking to the same state.”
