[ Reggie doesn't question it-- he just turns, grinning, to look for Sabrina behind him and slings his arm casually over her shoulders as the two of them are let in. He cocks a playful salute toward the bouncer as they pass. ]
See, what'd I tell you? Nothing to worry about.
[ Totally oblivious.
The club seems very much like what one might expect from a Vegas strip club -- lots of bright colors, neon, carpeted floors, flashy outfits -- but since this isn't Vegas, a lot of the decor has a sort of 50s atomic flair to it. Dancers wear outfits that look like they could be out of Metropolis or Mad Max, or they look about to perform some kind of spider-themed burlesque. Reggie is somewhat dazzled by the creativity. And the titties. ]
Whoa. This place rocks. C'mon, let's find somewhere to sit.
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See, what'd I tell you? Nothing to worry about.
[ Totally oblivious.
The club seems very much like what one might expect from a Vegas strip club -- lots of bright colors, neon, carpeted floors, flashy outfits -- but since this isn't Vegas, a lot of the decor has a sort of 50s atomic flair to it. Dancers wear outfits that look like they could be out of Metropolis or Mad Max, or they look about to perform some kind of spider-themed burlesque. Reggie is somewhat dazzled by the creativity.
And the titties.]Whoa. This place rocks. C'mon, let's find somewhere to sit.