<strong>"Sure thing,"</strong>Phil nods.<strong>"Gimme your number and we'll talk once stuff settles out."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Right on.  Thanks, Phil.  And now, my young padawan apprentice, we can talk about what I'll be training you on."</strong><br/><br/>(swipe cut to...)<br/><br/>Junior's choice of classroom leaves a bit to be desired.  It's a strip club, but at this hour of the day it's pretty dead so the two of you don't have to worry about much other than the curious glances from the staff and, uh, performers.  Of course, the fact that Junior keeps tossing tips up on stage for every new woman might have something to do with it.<br/><br/><strong>"So I get to teach you how to, ah, hunt.  Urban style. Which means explaining why we're meeting in here.  For one thing, anyone else in here will be watching the show, not the rest of the audience.  For another, while this is the sort of place our quarry tends to hang out, they're not likely to be here now.  Easier to show you the ground when we don't have to dodge spotters.  Get me so far?  Downside is, of course, that the staff might report seeing us.  Not a problem for you yet, but I gotta rep."</strong>