"Let's meet in the tittie bar!"

"Sure!" Walter said, followed by "Let's meet in the tittie bar this weekend!"

"Walter, are you out of your mind!? The tittie bar? You know, my wife will just kill me!" Brad told him bitterly.

"Well, you don't need to tell her! And be sure to bring your wallet. And cash, lots of cash actually!"

Two days later, Brad pulled up at the nearby tittie bar called The Tittie Twister.

When he left his car, he noticed that it was quite early in the evening. Only 3 other cars were parked next to him, and one of them he recognized as Walter's SUV.
How he managed to get a parking slot for the employees and strippers was beyond him though.

Carefully, he walked to the entrance and entered. He looked around. There were only three other persons around, one of them was the barkeeper, the other two looked like they were guests.

Brad instantly took a seat and pulled out his mobile. "Walter, I am here, where the fuck are you?" he sent on WhatsApp.