Blake sat there drinking from her mug looking at the man who was supposed to be Humanity's Strongest twirling around on a pole. She had to sit there and wonder to herself out loud, "How drunk am I?" She was fairly certain she was hallucinating the entire situation. Still she had to kick back and enjoy the view. Question was when did she even enter the strip club?
Pale skin stretched taut over muscle was visible through the slits in the outfit her wore, and when his shirt pulled up a tad. Eyes traced over the view, but Levi didn't notice them.
Levi noticed nothing but the music, and the soft burn in his muscles. It was a workout, a test in self-control, and in blocking out the public. It was a test Levi had become nearly perfect at.
Grey eyes occasionally glanced at the crowd, creating the illusion that Levi acknowledged them. But in reality, they weren't even present in his mind.
One of those glances had him catching Blake's eyes, and recognition caused grey eyes to narrow. Levi swiftly shook it off, though, and continued his dance.
He would deal with those repercussions later.