"Mebe...we can go elsewere...this seat iz nat good for a private danse...Chula..."<br/>His eyebrow raised as he made his suggestion taking a drink from his rum and coke, watching her try to work him over but noticed her eyes darted to look at a older man in the club. He looked over and shook his head with a smile, a hand coming up to gently stroke her chin.<br/>"I don think yu can handle me...I hope yur hips are sturdi...I lik women who can shake der ass"