I know for a fact that there's at least one gentlemen's club in Manchester. Also, I know Moss Bros. is in London. Anyway, reviews are appreciated and all that.

The taxi slides away and spots of light from the lamp posts above fall on my knees. Pete leans into my shoulder. "You say your place..." he murmurs, as we round a corner into an upmarket part.
"I mean club."
Pete laughs. "That's my Carl! No, really, where is it?"
"I mean it. My club."
Pete looks up at me. "You're not joking, are you? Well, just goes to show, eh?"
I nod. "Just here, thanks."

The cab stops outside my club. Pete whistles in appreciation, studying it. "The Spurger's? Seriously?"
I smile. It feels nice to be here with him. I lean on a bollard and scrutinise the building, wide and window-glinting. A marble porch stretches out onto the street, covered by awning. Flagpoles stretch over gargoyles and fleurs-de-lis and a doorman waits patiently for our approach. I lead him over. "Mr Barât?" he says, not needing the confirmation, "And who's this?"
I turn to Pete. "So, are we still friends, then?"
He nods, yawning. I can't help but find him adorable when he's this tired.
"This is my friend, Peter. Are my chambers free?"
"Are my cham-bahs free?" mimics Pete, his voice thick with exhaustion.
"Yes, all the rooms are vacant. I can't let you in, though, Mr Barât, sir, and you know that. Dress code, sir."
"Dress code, sah." I poke him in the ribs.
"Can't you make an exception? We'll go down to Moss Bros tomorrow."
"Cahn't you make an eexception..." murmurs Pete.
The doorman sighs. "Since it's you, Mr Barât."

We shuffle through the awning and into the silent lobby. A receptionist snoozes, head in arms, at a marble counter. I call the lift and we wait. Pete's very close to falling asleep and is mumbling into my shoulder. "C'mon," I whisper as the lift pings.
When we get into my rooms (a bedroom, a living room and kitchen, and a bathroom) I drop Pete on the bed and lie down next to him, not bothering to take off my clothes or get under the covers.
As sleep finally overtakes me I see Pete's face illuminated in the moonlight.