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Cheng hadn't been in the city for very long, and he already hated it. He was painstakingly bored, even though he was picking up work with the Koreans. He didn't have RoboBee. He didn't have Lynch, or any of the Vancouver crowd. All he had was the guy that had greeted him when he'd first arrived, and that wasn't much at all.
It was something, though. Cheng was getting tired of girls.
So, that was how he found himself heading to a strip club that was only barely a strip club--it was a brothel, if he'd ever seen one, and he'd seen a couple--where he'd seen this Poison guy go a couple times. Not that he was following the guy, or interested in what he was doing in his free time. Happenstance, or whatever.
It took him a little while to find him in the crowd. When he did, he didn't say anything, just slid into the seat next to him and took out his wallet to generously tip the dancer and make the guy go away so they'd be alone for a minute.
It was something, though. Cheng was getting tired of girls.
So, that was how he found himself heading to a strip club that was only barely a strip club--it was a brothel, if he'd ever seen one, and he'd seen a couple--where he'd seen this Poison guy go a couple times. Not that he was following the guy, or interested in what he was doing in his free time. Happenstance, or whatever.
It took him a little while to find him in the crowd. When he did, he didn't say anything, just slid into the seat next to him and took out his wallet to generously tip the dancer and make the guy go away so they'd be alone for a minute.
