Faith got out of the impala, glad to be able to stretch her legs. She glanced up at the sign of the club.
"Well," she said, running a hand through her hair. "Unless it's a male strip club, I guess I'll be taking it for the team."
Dean & Sam
"Great. Dinner and a show," Dean grinned as he rubbed his hands together, before getting out himself and locking his door.
Sam rolled his eyes as he closed the passenger door behind them and walked around the car.
"I guess its back door for you," he said to Faith.
"And front door for us! Hey bro, got any cash on you?"
"Only enough for the door," Sam said sternly, "and I'll pay."
"Loser."
Faith
"Costume requests?" Faith tossed over her shoulder as she head in the direction of the back entrance.
She grinned to herself slightly.
Dean & Sam
"For the love of God please do Catwoman," Dean put his palms together in prayer before Sam yanked the back of his jacket to pull him over to the door.
Faith
Faith's eyes wandered above the Manager's head to the rows of costumes. He seemed to be having a fascinating conversation with her cleavage, so she didn't really feel like she needed to contribute anything.
"Alright, I can have you on in 20 minutes. $500 for 2 dances. We split tips. How flexible are you?"
"Pretty flexible. I'm... a gymnast." Faith smiled brightly.
"Nice. I'll let you get ready. Particular song?" he asked.
She shrugged. "Something hot?"
"Done."
Faith watched him leave then returned her attention to the costumes.
"Aha."
Sam & Dean
"Settle down Sammy," Dean insisted as he brought a couple of beers over to their table, "you're too tense. People will think you're here to select murder victims."
"Or just think I'm a pervert," Sam took the beer and gulped some down.
"Dude, you're in a strip club. Everyone's a pervert."
"I just think we could have made ourselves some easy money in our usual ways is all. Faith shouldn't have to do this."
"Are you kidding me?" Dean raised an eyebrow.
He hesitated, then leant over in his seat to a guy sitting nearby.
"Hey. Dude. I'll bet you three hundred bucks the next chick onstage will make you drool."
"They've been pretty craphouse so far man."
"Three hundred then," Dean leant over and shook his hand.
"Dean?" Sam pulled his brother back to his eye level, "we don't have three hundred dollars."
Dean just smirked.
Faith
"Are you ready?" the manager asked.
Faith turned away from the mirror, after fixing her make up. Dark smokey eyes and pouty red lips.
"Eh, just like riding a biker."
He gestured for her to go up the stairs so she could enter as a fireman would.
~*~*~*~
Faith looked down and shrugged slightly, waiting for her music cue. When she heard it, she wrapped herself around the pole and slid down, stopping before she reached the ground and held on with her legs, extending her body out, head back and neck exposed.
Dean & Sam
"WOO!" Dean yelled as everyone else cheered, and he followed by letting out a wolf whistle.
Sam just watched uncomfortably as Dean leant over to the guy he'd bet with earlier, gleefully collecting his $300.
Faith
Faith put one hand on the stage, flipping her legs over her head. She unbuttoned the yellow coat, dropping it to the ground and leaving her standing in a matching yellow skirt with red suspenders. No shirt, just a black lacy bra.
She caught sight of Dean and Sam and smiled inwardly to herself, before wrapping an arm around the pole and bending down, spreading her knees apart as she body rolled back to a standing position.
Dean & Sam
"Not that's what I'm talking about!" Dean joined in with the already excited crowd.
"Dean, settle down," Sam pleaded, looking about as awkward as he possibly could.
"And you wondered why I wanted to be a fireman. Shame on you."
Faith
Faith made a mental note to threaten Dean later so as to prevent future conversations about this night.
She pulled one suspender off her shoulder teasingly, then the other, slowly wriggling out of the skirt.
Handfuls of notes were being slipped into her underwear.
Oh God, hands!
Dean & Sam
"How would you rather make money, seriously," Dean was saying as he leant back in his chair.
"Going to musty grungy biker bars where we'd only make a few grand in bets, or like I said earlier - dinner and a show?"
"I'd rather we get jobs," Sam replied honestly.
"This is a job. For Faith."
Faith
Faith's eyes narrowed as she felt a hand somewhere that it really wasn't welcome and she elbowed the guy in the face.
Yeah. No hands for you, buddy.
Dean & Sam
"HEY!" Dean shouted, standing up when he saw what happened.
Sam pulled him back down again.
"It's not like she can't handle it," he insisted, "you don't want to look like her boyfriend and get us kicked out."
"While her real boyfriend sits by and lets her get assaulted," Dean hit back.
Faith
Faith let go of the pole, tilting her head back as her knees held on tightly.
She then brought herself back up and used her hands to keep her balance while her legs straightened out and she spun around.
Dean & Sam
"Dude, that chick's your girlfriend?" some random guy behind them overheard.
"No, she isn't," Sam lied, not looking for a fight.
"She's mine," Dean stepped in immediately, getting a glare from Sam.
"Kinda shady for a smooth chick like that, ain't ya?"
"How about we step outside and I show you just how shady I can be?" Dean smiled sweetly.
"Whatever."
Faith
Faith breathed a sigh of relief, noting that her time was almost up.
She backflipped slowly, her body rolling hypnotically as she straightened up.
Sam & Dean
Sam stared at his watch intently, wondering exactly how much longer she had to be up there.
Dean just enjoyed the show, grin widening as he mentally counted the notes in her lingerie.
Faith
"Oh thank God," Faith mumbled under her breath.
She winked and then waved, turning around and leaving through the curtain that led out the back.
Sam & Dean
"Ok. Let's go," Sam insisted, getting up to leave.
"You go ahead," Dean waved him off, intent on staying.
"Forget it," Sam grabbed him by the jacket and pulled him up.
"What? Why?" Dean scorned, "you can't tell me you don't want to do that girl the second you get back."
"Dean-"
"Right," Dean rolled his eyes.
He left some money for the drinks and grabbed his jacket, then stormed out with Sam right behind him. Once out, they went over to wait by the impala.
Faith
"Hey, thanks," Faith said, taking the large wad of cash from the manager, feeling much better now that she was dressed.
"No, thank you," he replied. "Anytime you want to come back and work, feel free."
Faith smiled politely.
"Yeah, don't count on it buddy," she muttered, opening the back door.
She jumped down the stairs, landing steadily on two feet, before making her way over to the impala.
"Should I be worried that I am apparently unnervingly good at being a pole dancer?"
Dean & Sam
"It's a great an asset as any," Dean shrugged.
"What did you make?" Sam asked, stepping forward to throw his jacket around her shoulders.
Faith
Faith grinned and handed Sam the wad of cash.
"Yeah, I know. I'm good."
Sam & Dean
Sam took the money from her, just in time for Dean to snatch it from him and start counting it off.
"Dean-" Sam grunted.
"Sit, Sparky," Dean muttered.
He kept counting until he got through it all, handing Faith back a few hundred bills.
"A nice few grand for the kitty," he waved it in Sam's face, before going to get in the car and put the money in the glove compartment.
Sam rolled his eyes yet again.
Faith
Faith chuckled and reached up to kiss Sam.
"Well, I'm good for something, it seems."