A loud slap was heard for anyone with range, a puff of smoking escaped Fransisco's lips as he chuckled and looked over at the waitress rubbing her bottom, cursing at him. She looked like she was about to punch him in the face but he had offered her a good tip to be allowed to do that. The alcohol in his system was breaking his inhibitions now, as his hand traveled up her thigh, to slip a bill into her thong.<br/>"You said I cud mami...why so angry?"<br/>She left the fresh drink on the table and disappeared behind the bar, then into the club serving more drinks. Sitting up in the seat he patiently awaited for the next dancer to come on stage or the opportunity for a private show to arise.