Cow boy be a good boy for City :) Charlie was standing near the stage with his phone out, wearing a fluffy white fur jacket over his black tank top and he were gray pants, his hair was in a man bun which made people see the spots on his face and neck more.

He sighed and put his phone away, deciding to get a drink and he walked over to the bar.

He sat on a stool and then noticed that City was watching him. “You need something?” He asked, raising a brow.

He hesitated and looked down shyly. “S- sure.” He shrugged and crossed his arms, leaning back into the seat.

He slightly blushed and looked at him, thinking he was a bit cute. “Some some whine would be fine.”

*just some*’

He stared at him from the nickname and rolled his eyes with blush on his cheeks, taking the drink in his hands and took a sip do it.

*of it*

He glanced at him and then nodded an okay, taking another sip of his drink.

He felt a bit annoyed by him but he sighed and leaned back into the chair, deciding to deal with it. “Charlie.”

“I guess.” He shrugged, he always thought his name was pretty boring and basic.

He raised a brow at him. “Is something wrong?” He asked, looking at his phone and noticed that he would have to be on stage soon.

He snickered and rolled his eyes with a small grin. “Well I have to get on the stage soon if you want to watch.”

He nodded. “I’m also a Bartender at some other places and I baby sit kids since basically I was the one who got taken care of by family friends and such.” He explained, a small grin still on his face.

"They are also crazy and they have high energy." He added and took another sip of his whine.

He nodded. "They are loveable, " He snickered and then checked his phone again. "Well I must be off to get ready." He spoke and stood up, finishing his drink.

He nodded with a small smile and set a ten dollar bill done for the drink, before walking off into one of the back rooms.

After a while of changing, her worse black high heeled boots with a seeable black crop top and see through shorts that showed his boxers, his white fluffy coat on his shoulder and there were a few tattoos on his chest and on his arms.

He walked out for the back room and walked onto the stage. He approached the pole and his hands grabbed onto the pole at the white coat slid off his shoulders slowly.

He started to moved around the pole slowly and his leg wrapped around it, grinding against it a bit.

He grinned slightly and he continued to move around the pole until he was in front of it and he spread out his legs a bit and it was slow.