Author's Note: Another take on the strip club. This one is less about Cheeks, in a way, and more about boys just having fun.

Disclaimer: I don't own the poets and the original idea for this came from Cloudy.

"She's dressed as a robot, Charlie; what do you expect"

"But I am the topless one!"

"Yes, I know; you were dancing for me, remember?" Steven replies in annoyance.

"I have a lightning bolt painted on my chest! All she has is glitter and sparkles. Every stripper uses glitter and sparkles! She has no creativity, Meeks."

"I think with how scantily clad she is it's pretty genius how she still manages to come across as a robot."

"But she's so stiff and cold!"

"She's a robot! She hasn't broke character. I think that's pretty impressive, and Neil would definitely appreciate that if he were here."

"I can't believe you'd choose some fem-bot over me."

At the present moment, Charlie and Steven were standing in front of the drapery that hid one of the many exclusive, private areas designed for the naughtiest lap dances and strip teases.

"C'mon Charlie; you're the one that brought us here. Why don't you find a girl instead of bother me?"

"Because I'm clearly a better stripper than any of these girls and watching my moves would be a good learning experience for them. I mean, Knox is up there shaking his thang, but he's more of a what-not-to-do demonstration."

Steven groaned, rolling his eyes. He couldn't believe he was about to say this to Charlie. "Loosen up. Before we got here you were coaching me on how to properly act at a strip club, and now you're trying to keep me from Megagirl…"

Charlie grumbled something about how Nuwanda was a much better stage name than Megagirl before letting out a small huff. "Well fine. If you'd prefer Megagirl over me—"

"I would," Steven assured him, lighting up. "Thanks Charlie!" And with that he disappeared behind the curtain.

Charlie pouted. He crossed his arms over his bare chest and spun on his heel, fully ready to storm out in nothing but his underwear, when he noticed a particular stripper in red lingerie with silver lighting bolt earrings. A mischievous grin spread across his face as he approached her, leaning against the table nearest her. "Hey there, babe. And what would your name be?" he asked, his signature smirk gracing his lips as he blatantly looked her up and down.

The girl offered up her own seductive smirk. "Wanda," she cooed in reply.

Charlie nodded his head, his excitement over the girl's name plain on his face. Tonight could still be a good one.