I went to a BYOB club in a rural area. I had plenty of bottles of liquor and beer already in my rig, so just headed straight to the club's parking lot. The last fifteen reviews of the club on TUSCL (all pretty worthless) had made no mention about the club only allowing beer in cans, so I assumed the club was like Texas-style BYOB's where you can bring anything into the club. Upon arriving at the door, I learned that only beer in cans were allowed. All of the hard liquor I had brought was useless. I typically only drink beer out of bottles, so none of my beer was allowed into the club either. The only alcoholic beverage I had in my vehicle that was in cans was a twelve-pack of Bud Light Lime Margaritas (Lime-A-Rita, Straw-A-Rita, Raz-A-Rita, etc). I carry these around because a lot of the young women I party with back home love them. Since the nearest place to buy cans of beer was who-the-hell-knows how far away, I just decided to look like a femme and take the twelve-pack of 'Rita drinks into the BYOB club.
The beverages were way too sweet for me. I only drank two cans and felt like I was putting liquid diabetes into myself. I stopped drinking them and snuck out to my vehicle to discretely do some pull-offs of Kraken and chug a bottle of beer in the parking lot. Shortly after I came back into the strip club, a party of about forty college kids came to the club.
They were celebrating one of their party turning 21. There were about eight really good looking 20-21 year old college girls in the party. (Since the club did not have a liquor license, it was possible for under 21 to enter.) They weren't too thrilled by the case of beer the guys in the party brought, so eventually one of the brunettes wandered over to my table and asked it she could have one of the canned margaritas. I told her she could take as many of the remaining ten as she liked, since I could not drink them all. She grabbed a few and passed them out among the females. Eventually, she came over to get more, flirting with me and addressing me as "Daddy". She must've drank 2-3 cans herself, and I could tell the alcohol was taking its affect on these lolitas. When they first came into the establishment, they resisted the strippers trying to get them to come on stage and get topless. About thirty minutes later, one by one, they complied with the dancers dragging them onto stage to pull off their tops. The 20-21 year olds in the party were way hotter than any of the dancers at the club. I made sure to drizzle about twenty singles on stage every time one of the college girls got stripped. Eventually the brunette got pulled on stage. Not only did the stripper pull her top off, but she pulled this girl's shorts off. This civi stunner was a sight to see, stripped down to just her thong.
Later I walked over to the brunette civi (never got her name) and invited her back to my table. After a little flirting, I leaned over and started French kissing her. She tasted like a raspberry margarita, but I did not care at that point. I wondered if she had not yet turned 21 and was drinking illegally. One of her blonde spinner friends also came over, and I felt her up like a blind man. Not too long after, the party started heading out to their bus. I thought about jumping on the party bus and heading to the next bar on the itinerary. The main problem was that I would have no way of getting back to my rig, since there is no Lyft service out in the middle of nowhere.
Sometimes the retards of TUSCL give you lemons, and you've got to make Lemon-Ade-Ritas out of them.
