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[recognize_an_opportunity]

Yeah, well, it's not that different. I mean, it's the difference between taking clothes off and taking clothes off to music. And slightly more slowly.

[He's not protesting that hand, though. It feels good. Everything feels pretty good.]

[dowhatisays]

Hey, man. A little respect. It's an art form. Like, dancing a shit.

[Meyer isn't protesting which means he gets to add his fingernails, just gently scratching at his skin.]

[recognize_an_opportunity]

I can dance. I'm entirely capable of dancing. I'm a great dancer.

[Yep. He's good at everything. And enjoying those scratches, too.]

[dowhatisays]

Still reckon I would have seen you do it by now.

[recognize_an_opportunity]

Do you want to see me do it?

[He has a point to prove here, after all.]

[dowhatisays]

What, now?

[recognize_an_opportunity]

That's what I said and that's what I meant, yeah.

[dowhatisays]

Yes, that is exactly what I want. You, totally butt naked, in front of everyone.

[Someone still not convinced he'll do it? Only maybe a little.]

[recognize_an_opportunity]

You think I won't?

[Oh, it's on now. He's even standing up -- a little shakily -- to make his intent clear.]

[dowhatisays]

Dude, you are so wasted!

[Which is clearly the funniest thing ever and entirely why Charlie is now having trouble staying in his chair from laughing too much.]

[recognize_an_opportunity]

Yes. I am.

[He's trying to say it in a dignified way, but it's really not helped by the way he's laughing. And the way he's starting to dance.]

[dowhatisays]

Dude. I think my eyes are burning. What the fuck are you doing.

[Meyer is dancing and it's the weirdest thing ever but he can't look away or stop laughing for a second.]

[recognize_an_opportunity]

What the fuck does it look like I'm doing? Seriously.

[And now he's sloooooowly tugging his shirt up. Teasing's one of the things he's good at. Dancing, well, he's not as bad as he might have been imagined to be, at least. He can kind of move his hips. Of course, Charlie probably already knows that much.]

[dowhatisays]

[Meyer is drawing a bit of a crowd now. Even some of the strippers seem to be holding back laughter. Charlie just cat-calls and throws a dollar at him.]

C'mon, you gonna earn it or what?

[recognize_an_opportunity]

[If people're watching him, he's not noticing. He's way too busy concentrating on Charlie. And taking off his shirt. That requires some concentration, but he manages to do it in a decently sexy way. At least he's kind of following along with the music. Kind of.]

[dowhatisays]

[Charlie lets out a very enthusiastic whoop at that.]

Take off your pants!

[A few of Charlie's friends follow that with an emphatic don't take off your pants.]

[recognize_an_opportunity]

Fuck you guys!

[That's directed at Charlie's friends. He's not taking off his pants without some encouragement, though. The financial kind of encouragement.]

You gotta pay me for that.

[dowhatisays]

Dude, you take your pants off for me all the fucking time, I don't gotta pay then!

[recognize_an_opportunity]

Yeah, but this is different. This is special.

[dowhatisays]

[Finally someone from behind Charlie throws a five. You have fans, Meyer.]

Take off your pants!

[recognize_an_opportunity]

[A five. Well. That's enough to at least start undoing his belt buckle and unzipping his pants, yeah. Very slowly. He's kinda getting into this. It's kinda fun. He's really going to regret this tomorrow.]

[dowhatisays]

[Meyer may regret it in the morning but Charlie is going to have zero regrets about it ever. God, he hopes someone is filming this.]

[recognize_an_opportunity]

[If someone films this, he'll destroy them and the camera. But at the moment, he's too busy kicking off his shoes and shimmying out of his pants to think about it. Soon enough, that this is a really bad idea is going to catch up with his drug addled mind.]

[dowhatisays]

[Charlie calms down from cracking up long enough to stand up and grab Meyer's jeans, holding them triumphantly over his head.]

Fuck yeah! You are so not getting these back all night dude.

[recognize_an_opportunity]

[Normally, he'd be pissed off. But then, normally he wouldn't be laughing so hard he's having a hard time standing up. Coke's a hell of a drug.]

You gotta give them back at some point. I'm gonna get cold.

[That doesn't seem to be a concern right now. In fact, he doesn't seem perturbed about just being in his underwear, at the moment.]