"I mean, he's not the only one touching himself here," Logan said with a shrug. He wasn't going to shame the guy for fondling himself over sexy dancing. Some people did, and as long as they weren't whipping out their dicks, they were left alone. And as long as they paid for their time in the club by purchasing drinks and giving tips nobody really cared.
"But yeah, I guess it doesn't look like his kinda place," Logan said, looking over the fancy buildings. The older man was also a resident of Hazleton, he was pretty sure. Crossing his arms, Logan glanced over at Julio, who was pulling his long hair up into a bun, expression unreadable.
"Not worried, really. He's always taken care of himself and he's been doing this longer than I have... I was joking about the old guy, anyway. I don't remember seeing anyone around here lately that could pay those kind of numbers, is all."
"But yeah, I guess it doesn't look like his kinda place," Logan said, looking over the fancy buildings. The older man was also a resident of Hazleton, he was pretty sure. Crossing his arms, Logan glanced over at Julio, who was pulling his long hair up into a bun, expression unreadable.
"Not worried, really. He's always taken care of himself and he's been doing this longer than I have... I was joking about the old guy, anyway. I don't remember seeing anyone around here lately that could pay those kind of numbers, is all."