Speak of the weasel, just as you decided to go all in you hear the stretching and groaning of a wet cheap three piece suit go passed the bouncer. Although drenching wet he appeared to have the same sinister smile as before when you met him outside the club and a very chipper attitude. This was good timing you thought as you began your nonchalant walk towards him.
"Hey there, glad you decided to join the party" the Weasel blurted out the instant you walked up, "why are you still skinny, didn't I give you a coupon for a free buffet?"
"Oh, I'll get to that sooner or later, but first," you said before leaning in closer to him, "I was wondering if your lovely ladies offered... private performances?"
The weasel chuckled shifting around where the camera was facing your back. "I was wondering, when are you going to reserve one of our famous conference rooms?"
"I was thinking right now" you told him, several bills being shoved into the weasel's side pocket, pretending to complement his round rear end, "would you also mind if you put a fully stocked buffet in... my... "conference" room while I present." You started to get giddy once again, speaking in code as if you had an inkling of an idea what your doing.
"Well then, our buffet does come with a choice of dessert" he said, twirling his whiskers around his finger, "we have pound cake with 'Butter'cream icing, some classic southern 'Peach' cobbler, a classic double sized portion of Berries and Cream, but last and certainly not least, some very sweet Strawberry "Short" cake."
What to choose what to choose, they were all very 'delectable' choices.
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