Connor watched, dumbfounded, as Edward tore off his shirt and proceeded to dance with the strippers. Haytham simply sighed in acceptance.
"Does he always do that?" Connor mumbled to Haytham, unable to take his eyes off Edward pole dancing.
The other strippers were enjoying Edward's performance, as were the rest of the patrons in the club.
"If he gets drunk, yeah."
"How often does that happen?"
"Every time."
Connor managed to tear his eyes away from the scene at the dancefloor and stared at Haytham. Haytham glanced at him.
"I don't have the heart to deny him, Connor."
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