"I prefer rocket launchers but Ziggy helped me build a flamethrower a few days ago." Jack wasn't as much into fire but he would use whatever was around in a pinch. It might be worth talking to the punks once they were done fighting, or fucking, or whatever they were at.

Jack couldn't imagine being so innocent in his world but it doesn't bother him that Zack is asking questions. After all, questions meant a better time for both the client and the person working. It was acceptable.

"Usually they are done where the person getting one doesn't touch the person giving it.' Jack toyed with the soft ends of Zack's hair where they fell over the back of the chair. "I think you're cute enough that they'd let you touch if you wanted. In that case it's a bit like making out with the added bonus of the person giving the dance rubbing on you. The idea is to get you aroused. Someone good at them can get you off with a lap dance. It's called a lap dance because usually their ass will be in your lap, especially nice if you have a preference for boys."

The way Zack brightened up about the graffiti got a smile from the gang leader. "Maybe I should introduce you two. There's not enough artwork on the brick in this city."