Scott could see the surprise in Eyebrows's expression when he announced his occupation, and Scott fought the urge to roll his eyes. It was the reaction he got from everyone. He had been told many times that he didn't really give off a "stripper vibe," and he supposed maybe that was true -- but then, a lot of strippers didn't. One of Scott's part-time co-workers was in medical school, after all.
At that single-worded response Scott snorted, a small smile on his face. What an oddball.
Scott wasn't sure when or why it became a regular thing for Scott to come in to the Nightly Grind. He'd like to say it was because of the convenient location and the fact it was open 24-hours, and it was because of that, at first. Soon, though, it became less about convenience and more about the satisfying consistency of seeing Eyebrows every night. Eyebrows was really weird, of course, and had the social skills of an especially handsome pile of dirt, but Scott was beginning to like him, for certain.
Well, that, and Eyebrows's coffee was ridiculously good.
That particular night, though, Scott's sunny mood was somewhat dampened by his exhaustion and, more than that, the horrible pain that had started in his thigh and ended up going all the way down his leg and hip. He'd tried an especially hardcore move on the pole that night, and, though it was one that he had pulled off several times before, it was later in the night that time around, and his palms had started to sweat -- causing him to slip and fall onto the stage.
Scott had handled it with elegance, of course, just spun around and used it as an excuse to take his pants off. Luckily, it had been ladies night, so the lap dances had been minimal, most of the girls just wanting to touch his chest or, in the case of one woman, grope his ass and shove a 20 dollar bill in the back of his pants, so the pain hadn't been too excruciating, but it seemed to grow worse and worse throughout the day. By the time he made it to the coffee shop, he almost didn't even feel in the mood for conversation.
Almost, but Scott still grinned when he saw Eyebrows, raising a hand in greeting, though there was an edge of pain in his expression. "I'm expecting something extra delicious today," he said, only half teasing. "I come donning war wounds."
