So I'm visiting a friend in a strange town and we end up at a higher end strip club. I have no expectations about strip club pickups and have heard on more than one occasion that its extra difficult.

Given the poor logistics of strip clubs in general, it oddly enough turns into a great place to practice your game. So I go in with no expectations and plan to just have a good time. I don't really ogle the women's bodies (well maybe a little ogling..) and make sure to have good eye contact when approached. This is another advantage of strip clubs, you get approached so you can ignore AA for the night.
My buddy is a natural and always has been. I used to be a natural and I think better than him at closing back when we were both young and in college. I recently got out of a LTR and fell out of practice and now can't get out of my head enough to "just do it".

Now on to the Field Report. We get in and I instantly crack jokes with the girl working the door HB8. I make a point to walk in dominant, relaxed and with a slight smile on my face. My buddy and I sit down dead center of the club and shoot the shit. We both sit back in our chairs and just shout back and forth to each other loudly and are laughing, drinking, and generally having a great time. Most of this is unintentional but I exxagerate a bit just to set the tone of the night. We are also barely acknowledging the women walking around and I am stretched out in the (uncomfortable as fuck) chairs like its my living room. I notice three girls sitting upstairs kind of staring at us and seemingly talking about us. One of them HB8 is kind of staring but they are behind glass and I think she thinks I can't see her. I look up and playfully stick my tongue out at her and smile to let her know I see her. She laughs and gives me the finger in a playful manner. Not too long after another girl (not sure if she was with the original group upstairs) comes over and sits down at our table. Lets call her Lexus :P

Lexus: Hi guys, how are you doing?

Me: Aight

Buddy: Aight

Lexus (to me): What are you doing on your phone.

Me: Looking at the trailer to the movie that was just on the big screen tv up there, see?

Lexus: oh ok, what's your name

Me: <obviously fake name>, slight smirk

Lexus: That is so not your name!

Me: I don't look like a <obviously fake name>? wtf?

Me: How could you tell i was lying?

Lexus: You have to believe it too.

Lexus (to buddy): Your friend over here says his name is <fake name>

Buddy: Oh that is his name!

Lexus(to buddy): whats your name?

Buddy: <exact same fake name> slight smirk

Lexus (to buddy): Whatever, you guys are terrible!

Buddy: Whats your name?

Lexus: Lexus

Buddy: Thats not a very good stripper name

Lexus: Thats my real name

Me: Why aren't you using a stripper name?

Lexus: I like my name.

Me: Oh ok, its a cool name I guess (rolls eyes)

Lexus: You don't like my name

Buddy: you know a good stripper name? Havana

Me: Yeah that IS good

Lexus: Whatever, you guys don't like my name

Me: I never said I didn't like it. I actually kind of like your name.

Her friend HB7 joins the party and sits on her lap, I interpret this as a shit test and pay it no mind At this point I decide to go all out cocky funny. The friend is touchy with me but I ignore it (technically my "target" is Lexus).

Lexus: So you guys smoke?

Me: Meh...

Buddy: Nope

Other girl: Awww

Bartender walks over and writes her name on a card of paper and then walks away.

Me: wtf was that about?

Lexus: That says Gina.

Me: Umm thanks for reading that to me

Lexus: haha just trying to help

Lots of small talk and I keep using the explain very basic things frame as an inside joke. I explain to her what candy is and slowly read the beer specials loudly during the conversation. She jokes about skinny girls and I reply that she is kind of skinny. Its hard to tell with her sitting down and all plus I've not even looked at her body since her sitting down. Her friend leaves after doing some sexy fake lapdance with her. I physically turn around and drink my beer like this isn't even happening. Later my friend goes to the bathroom. As soon as the friend goes to the bathroom she touches my arm when talking and I say "Easy there tiger, I charge $1 for this kind of intimacy". She thinks this is hilarious and we continue small talk but she doesn't touch me anymore (not that I give a shit). My friend returns and we are still kind of laughing about my statement and she tells my friend what I said.

Me (to buddy extra loud): "As soon as you left she was all over me!", "No home training this one"

Buddy: I can leave you two alone if you want

Me: Nah you can stay its cool

Lexus: Ha I was not all over him!

Lexus: Oh I'm going up soon, see you guys later. I'll be back.

Buddy: Noooooo

Me: I motion like a single tear is falling from my eye and hold my hand out

She gets up and walks to the stage and FFFUUU she has an AMAZING body like 9/10 (I'm an ass/leg man btw). My Buddy and I both exchange shocked glances, take a drink, and laugh about it.

I don't really pay attention to her on stage and haven't tipped a single girl since I've been there. There are 3 dollars from my beer change just sitting on the table.

Later my buddy gets "distracted" by "his exact type" and goes to get a lapdance. I stay and get approached by an HB7. I comment on her deep voice and she acts shocked.

Me: Your voice is kind of deep

GanjahBreath: Whaaat?!?!

Me: .....

Ganjah: Are you saying I sound like a man??

Me: No no, Are you a smoker?

GAnjah: Not cigarettes!

Me: I can tell, you have that voice. A man of my status knows these things

Ganjah: Oh, How old are you?

Me: 29

Ganjah: Oh wow I'm only 20

Me: Err ok

Ganjah: Your like almost 10 years older than me

Me: Yep

Ganjah: You smoke?

Me: Meh...

Ganjah: You ever been to this other strip club?

Me: Yeah actually

Ganjah: It's over by my place (shittest?)

Me: You work there at all?

Ganjah: No never. You think I would make money there?

Me: Sure why not

I explain to her how that club works (one of the strippers there explained it to me once)

Ganjah: Oh thats wierd, I smoked right before I came in by the way

Me: So its kicking in right about now then huh?

Ganjah: Yeeppp

There is a girl that has been dancing for a overweight unattractive guy in the same spot for like an hour (seriously)

Ganjah: I feel sorry for that girl over there

Me: Yeah I was just talking about that. That has to be like an hour yoga session, all that slow sexy dancing holding your leg up, haha

Ganjah: HAHAHA and that guy is just disgusting

Me: shrugs

My buddy comes back looking frustrated (ROFL) and talks about how much that girl is his type but she has issues. He says he is ready to go when I am. I talk to Ganjah for about 5 more minutes and end the conversation with a "Pleasure to meet you" and a handshake, end scene. FYI, I payed the cover to get in, and payed for 3 overpriced beers, thats it. Lexus from first set never came back (we did leave kind of early though).

So here are my questions:
I think I held a good frame, any suggestions on improving this frame? Anyone have success with a different approach?

Was I put in a bad frame because I wasn't tipping at all? Should I have showed some "appreciation" to the girls that sat and talked by tipping? I guess I'm wondering if not tipping at all is sort of an insult or makes me look like a cheapskate or something.

After I got home I started thinking the weed related inquiries from both sets could have transitioned well into a number close to meet up later. Thoughts? Should I have pulled the trigger and went for the number close at a high point of the conversation with smoking as the root?

TL;DR: Strip clubs can be used for sharpening your claws. Always have fun.