He sipped at drink, finally letting the buzz take over him. She was froward a bit to forward but she was like many other dancers, a blood hound for the good ol American dollar. A smile crossed his face as he straightened a wrinkle in his pants her grinding had left behind. He would see how committed she was to the private booth once she realized that bulge in his pants was his father's greatest gift to him. Confidence was one of his greatest traits, and he had a whole heaping amount of it down his pants.<br/><br/>Finishing his shots, he got up from the bar and found a seat among the back rows, signaling for a waitress to keep bringing him drinks and any thing he could munch on to keep himself in check.<br/>"I luv Amarika..."<br/>He whispered to himself as he lounged forward and enjoyed the show.