Not so polite company
Disclaimer:Not mine. Mutant Enemy, WB/DC.
“Strip club,” Giles repeated for the fifth time. Xander rolled his eyes, and Lex couldn’t help the laughter that escaped.
“I don’t understand why you would visit such a place,” said Anya, brow furrowed in confusion.
Willow sighed. “Guys like to see other guys strip too.”
Anya quirked a brow. “Duh, Willow. I meant why such a cheap club. Not that it could of been too bad. Or else Xander wouldn’t have shared his well-muscled ass with the patrons. But according to Fortune 500–“
“Anh,” whined Xander, flushing red as everyone else pretty much collapsed with laughter.