Ah, strippers. They were much worse than mercenaries about getting paid.

He fiddled with one of the pouches on his belt before producing a rather large roll of hundreds. If only Tex would stop freaking stealing his wallet he wouldn't have to carry his cash around like this.

"And after the job entertainment is up to him, I think he'd punch me for paying someone to sleep with him. Wait, no. He'd poison me and then when I was down, he'd punch me. A lot. And yes, they're real. Fake ones bounce differently."