Rob finally appeared from behind the curtain again.

"Y'all ready?"

"Your fly's open," said Lily.

Rob didn't even look down at it.

"Yeah, I know, I figured it'd save time for when we get back," he said.

"You owe me one-twenty," Lily said. "That shit wasn't free."

Rob looked slightly hurt, but then a large man in a white t-shirt stuck his bald head in the curtain over Rob's shoulder. Evan's heart stopped for a moment.

"The hell's going on in here?" the man asked. Evan's veins were ice. He had no explanation.

"I'm taking off, Clancy," said Lily. "I'm done for the night."

"You giving out doubles now, Lily Talent?"

"No, these are just my friends," said Lily.

"And they gettin' you home?"

"Yeah."

"A'ight. Daddy wants to see you before you leave."

"I'll meet you guys in the car," said Lily. She slipped her string bikini top back on, covering herself, and was gone.

Clancy held the curtain aside for Rob and Evan.

"You gentlemen enjoy your night," he said as they filed out.

"You too, sir," said Rob.

A few minutes later, Evan and Rob pulled up to the front door of the Blue. Lily came out, trailed by another large bald man—this one Caucasian and older and flabbier than Clancy. He had a lazy eye and a neck tattoo and he bent down and kissed Lily on the forehead before she stepped away. She was wearing a loose-fitting grey hoodie over yoga pants and a t-shirt.

"Who the fuck is that guy?" Evan asked.

Rob shrugged, looking at his phone.

"I'd imagine that must be Daddy," he said.

"Who the fuck calls themselves Daddy?"

"Apparently the type of guy who runs a strip club."

Lily came up to the passenger window. Evan rolled it down.

"I call shottie," she said to Rob.

"You can't call shottie when it's already been taken, you dumb whore," said Rob.

"Fuck off, I want to sit next to Evan," she said.

Rob snorted, but got out and sat in the back.

Lily slid in, smiling.

"Where's the other two drunks?"

"Tap Room," said Rob. "I texted them. They know we're coming. At least Matt does."

Matt and Brian were waiting on the curb when they pulled up to The Tap Room. Brian was being propped up by Matt, who was now visibly sloshed himself.

Brian saw Lily in the passenger seat. He thudded against the window, pressing his cheek against it.

"Rug and tub?" he slurred at her.