It may be expected that a drug dealer that makes his own concoctions would be lurking around in a male strip club. And it may be expected for a bunch of guys to be stripping on a stage only a few feet away from him. But when one of the main strippers decides to be a bit too curious, both of them clash and it takes a turn for the worst. This story is fiction made up by me, any resemblance to real life events are unintentional. Newt, Thomas and Minho are not my own characters. They belong to James Dashner.