Not Your Average Badass

"Scar, there's a boy asking for you." Abby told me, while I was getting off the stage. I nodded, boys asked for me all the time, he probably wanted a lap dance, or something."Where is he?" I asked, wondering which boy it was. Because there were certainly a lot of boys here tonight. "There." She pointed to a group of boys, 5 to be exact. "Do you know what he wanted?" She shook her head."No, but one of them kept on asking questions about you." "Thanks." I smiled at her. Abby and I always got on well. She mostly served drinks, and gave lap dances. She didn't go on the stage, only if one of the other strippers canceled. She sent me a quick smile, before heading to the bar area. Probably going to get more drinks. I started walking over to the group of boys. I wonder why one of them was asking so many questions? Boys usually just want something, no questions asked about me. As I got closer to the back, I noticed the boys were in a very serious conversation. Serious? In a strip club? That is weird.