Blood Moon/Lunar Eclipse Weirdness
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Last night (Friday), a customer offered to pay for a dance by writing out a check. A fucking old school paper check... A $25 dance with a check. W.t.f...
He prepaid for one dance with cash. He asked for a second only to present his god damn checkbook.
A newer dancer at Legends works with him IRL during the day and has accepted checks from him all week, so he assumed it would be okay.
And then the pos asks me to buy him a drink with the $25 cash he gave me.
In the end, he (magically) found cash to pay me with at the bottoms of his pockets and subsequently lost his checkbook shortly after.
Also, everyone (staff & dancers) was in some kind of bad mood tonight. It made me nervous af to talk to any my fellow dancers.
Did anybody else work or go out Friday? What weird shit did you experience or witness?
He prepaid for one dance with cash. He asked for a second only to present his god damn checkbook.
A newer dancer at Legends works with him IRL during the day and has accepted checks from him all week, so he assumed it would be okay.
And then the pos asks me to buy him a drink with the $25 cash he gave me.
In the end, he (magically) found cash to pay me with at the bottoms of his pockets and subsequently lost his checkbook shortly after.
Also, everyone (staff & dancers) was in some kind of bad mood tonight. It made me nervous af to talk to any my fellow dancers.
Did anybody else work or go out Friday? What weird shit did you experience or witness?
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Jackslash, haha (sarcasm). -_-
Also, vice has begun to raid clubs again for whatever it matters. They stopped for several months, but were out causing ruckus Thursday night at a few clubs.
Part of the reason why everything felt off was because the previous night I went to a club on 8 Mile and left with a smile on my face. This did kind of ruin the whole experience of going back to a non-extras club the very next night. However, this does not explain the dancers and their cold behavior, unless dancers have some sort of a sixth sense I don’t know about.
I once saw this young skinny brokeass mofo in a club bumming cigarettes from other custies and asking a dancer for a free-dance bc it was his birthday - un-freaking-believable and sad really.
Papi, that fuckwad loser did ask dancers and customers for some afterward!! Later in the night, he asked me if I wanted a beer because he had found $20 on the floor.
Food stamps is a good one though lololol.