[They got in, no problem and sure enough- a nicely dressed strip club: a HUGE bar, several poles located at booths, a main stage, and the expected strip-worthy music playing. On their way to a seat, Jack stopped by to drop their order off with the bartender. Grabbing some beer, they sat down to scope out the dancers. Truly, Pickles had his pick. All were fairly decent looking. There just happened to be one at the main stage really working the pole hard. Taking a swig, Jack hooted.]

Yeah, baby! Ride it!

[He pulled out a couple bills, whistling to get her attention. She slid down and walked towards them, giving them a show of her front and back before getting on all fours. Making eye contact with the man who had the money, she leaned forward and Jack gladly slid the money behind her to wrap on her g-string. He turned his head against hers]

How much for a special dance for my friend here, kitten?

$30, honey~

[He shelled out the cash.]

Treat 'em well. The man needs a pick me up, I figure you can accommodate.

[She took the money and looked at Pickles with a flirty smile. The music was ready to switch out, and as it did she transitioned from being on stage to on the main floor, giving Pickles his well needed dance. All the while, Jack drank, watching the other women and tipping as he saw fit-- The stripper known as Celeste taking good care of the drummer.]