Danny leaned over and asked, “Godfrey, has it escaped your notice that I’m gay?”
Godfrey squirmed. “Look, Danny, I know this isn’t your thing.” He gestured at the strippers. “But I couldn’t get anybody to come if we were going to a male strip club. You can put up with this for one night, right? I mean this whole bachelor party thing is all really for show, isn’t it? So have a few drinks, relax, and I’ll make sure it’s an early night. I promised your mother I’d handle things…” Godfrey grimaced. “…though it’s not like she gave me any choice in the matter. But still, I don’t want her mad at me.”
Godfrey was partially right—it was all just a show to appease Nessa. So Danny decided to be a good sport. After all, Godrey was trying to do his best. It wasn’t the man’s fault his best was so lacking. Sighing, Danny reassured his anxious young cousin, “No problem, Godfrey. It’ll be fine.”