Auguste and her newly found best friend foud the best seat in the house. They were in for a treat.

"Why did you take me to a strip club?" Auguste questioned, getting comfortable in her seat and making sure she had a good view of the strippers.

"It's fun!" She replied. "W-wait. That guy looks familiar."

"I - It's Maurice! Ew, ew, ew!" Exclaimed Auguste, shielding her eyes and innocence.

"Hell-ooo!" Ava smurked, walking over with a dollar in her fingers.

"Oh god."

Auguste sat slumped in her chair, occasionally gazing at the people receiving lap dances.

"Hey honey." Grinned a muscular, mischievous looking guy, walking over to her. He put his hand on the arm of her chair.

"You want a little dance?" He smurked.

"Thanks but uh-"

"I'm in a band, ya know you might have heard of it. Something along the lines of some amount of seconds of a season." He leaned closer.

Auguste blushed, immediately freaking out at his smooth words. She looked at the name tag on his tie, one of the only things he was wearing. It read: Michael.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

He danced for what seemed like decades and Auguste loved every second. Ava was enjoying herself a fair bit too.

"Auguste?!" Yelled a voice.

Immediately, she turned, Michael backing off.

"Steven! I-"

"Save it!" He dashed back out the door, sobbing.

"I blame you Ava!" She slammed down some money on the table and walked to the door.

The rest of the room stared at her, perplexed.

"Why was she talking... to a goat?"

"And sounding like one?"