Problems with strip club drunks
docsavage
Indiana
Have you ever had a problem with a drunk in a strip club? If you did, what was it and how did you handle the situation? Last night I was sitting in a club when a drunk guy came over and sat down next to me. He then told me the stripper up on stage was very attractive and I should go up to the stage to tip her. Then, to my surprise, he suddenly grabbed my arm and dragged me up to the stage. Once up there, I threw some dollar bills on the stage. He then told me I was doing it the wrong way and I should put the dollar bills in my mouth and hold them there until the girl comes over. I told him I didn't want to do that and wasn't going to. At that point, two of the strip club security guys showed up and told him he had to leave and they were there to escort him out of the building. So, fortunately, I didn't have to do anything more to deal with him.
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I walked in and there was a square bar with the sides filled up but mostly empty right in front of me. I took a seat at the bar and watched what was going on. It was a small bar in a small town so it was all locals and no dancers had hit the stage yet. Well, much to my luck the 2 dudes outside walk in and proceed to sit at 2 drinks right next to me. The one who sat next to me was the bigger and uglier of the two. He was wasted and loud. I basically ignored him until I ordered another beer and he said he was buying it loudly to the hot bartender. I said thanks and he yelled at me "because I said so!" I guess he thought I asked why. I said thanks again and he mumbled something like you better be thankful.
I stayed about another 30 minutes while he went and annoyed all the customers and dancers around the bar. Even his friend that he was smoking outside with suggested to the bartender that he should be kicked out right in front of him. He kind of got sheepish and asked if he was going to get kicked out. The bartender said no so he took out another few hundred dollar advance on his credit card.
About that time, I figured it was best to cut my losses after a few beers and find dinner. I left and went across the street to dinner. In the end, he was gruff and tough looking but he was just a dumb ass drunk. We can all escalate things if we get confrontational back but it's usually not worth proving you are more of a man than the drunk asshole. They are easily distracted so they will focus on something else when they get bored with you.
I've had drunk guys ask me to buy them a drink. I just ask then to buy the first round and that gets rid of them. Depending on the conversation I either humor drunks or tell them to fuck off.
I've also had good experiences. Drunk guys offering me drinks. Good conversations. Drunks buying me dances. Asking me to join their group.
It just depends. People don't usually fuck with me though. It's about how you carry yourself
So, I firmly told him that it really wouldn't matter who was the tougher guy, if we kept on our current path then we'd both get thrown out of the club. And I asked him if he really wanted to be the guy who got his buddy's entire bachelor party thrown out of a strip club. And then I told him that we were both there to have a good time, but we should probably do that apart from each other.
He grumbled something in response and staggered away. The bartender (who had been quietly clocking our entire interaction) thanked me for de-escalating the situation without causing a fuss. Anyway, they got thrown out about a half hour later because another guy in the same party got in a shoving match with a customer. At least it wasn't me.
I've been lucky enough not to have a bad encounter with a drunk in the SC, at least that I could remember. But for the most part I'm going to uncrowded dayshifts where a belligerent or obnoxious drunks stands out like a sore thumb, and the bouncers find those guys fast. I've had benign encounters at the bar, there's a couple of club regulars in the clubs I go to, who just sit at the bar and buy the strippers drinks. I've ended up getting absorbed into the group and he buys us all (including me) a round, and then I do the same back.
I am not looking to get into physical encounters with patrons when I'm off SCing, but pulling on my arm would be a red line for me. I likely would start by trying to verbally re-direct him (this works often and easily with drunks) while wiping his hand off me, but in the end wouldn't abide him grabbing me and pulling, period, so if that didn't work I'd do something else (no need for violence yet, maybe just stand up and walk to the bouncer and ask him to handle it, another side benefit of being on great terms with the bouncers). That said, just a boundary for me, and OP got out unscathed so there you go.
Used to be a regular at a dive club which is unfortunately now closed. I knew everyone, bartenders, girls, owner, bouncer and, at least by sight a few other regular customers. So this shit-faced moron is sitting one stool away from me. He's leaning over in my direction commenting about the girls and trying to get me to agree with him or conversate in some way. At first I'm like, "yeah right, whatever dude" but eventually I just ignored him completely.
He got frustrated so he moves to the stool right next to me and continues the same bullshit. I told him, "Hey man, I'm watching the show. Don't wanna talk." Then he decides to poke me in the shoulder which I refuse to ignore. I grabbed his wrist and told him to shut up or I'd punch him in the fucking face. Asshole moves back to his original seat and now he's trying to apologize, all slurring his words like a drunken idiot. Then I hear him telling the bartender he wants to buy me a drink. I stood up and told him forget it and he should just move to the other side of the bar. He took one look at the pissed off guys sitting over there and finally made the good decision to walk out the door.
+1 on the part about not getting hurt, especially if he's an old man. But he's lucky that there were bouncers to intervene so quickly. In some clubs that wouldn't have been the case. Strip clubs are not the ballet. On any given night there is the potential for trouble - I've certainly had my share of those nights.
Rule number 1 in any potential fight is to never let him lay his hands on you. It allows him to restrict your movements, making you more vulnerable, while emboldening him at the same time.
I was sitting at the tipping rail and a "happy drunk" sat next to me with some of his friends. He began laughing and making loud obnoxious comments about the dancers. He never said anything to me, but his behavior made me feel uncomfortable. I should have moved, but didn't and learned my lesson. Without warning he grabbed a dancer and she screamed. A bouncer came running over and now I couldn't move to get out of the way. The bouncer leaned over the "happy drunk" and he very quickly stood up with the bouncer on his back and threw the bouncer against a wall. Still laughing, he turned to me pointed to his biceps and said, "Now you know why they call me Popeye." He could have broken me in half. It all happened very quickly. His friends came over and they left.
That is part and parcel of knowing how to handle yourself, you at least are intelligent enough to realize you should have moved, damn boys there's always some one tougher it's not always obvious by their appearance, as a youngster growing up in Brooklyn I learned how to avoid trouble that has served me well all my life.
1) early-2000s in Arlington, TX (west of Dallas) while I lived/SCed in Dallas - was at Chicas Locas Fare Arlington which I believe back then just went by The Fare (this was when Arlington had close to 10 SCs b/f the city shut almost all of them down circa 2010 and for w/e reason this one has survived) – club was blue-collar – it wasn’t one of my go-to clubs but I’d check it out 2 or 3x per year to see how it was – arrived on a weekend eve ~10pm and sat at a hightop by a wall near the main-room entrance/exit – been there about 10-minutes when some dude (mid-20s) that had a “career criminal” vibe to him approaches me (he had dark hair so IDK if he was white/Anglo or 2nd-generation+ Hispanic but he spoke perfect English like someone born in the U.S.) – he approaches me and speaks to me in some drug-slang I couldn’t understand and said something along the lines “you wanna do X” (can’t remember the drug-slang he used) – I just looked at him w/ a blank-stare mainly out-of-confusion b/c (1) I didn’t know what he was trying to say; (2) I had just arrived at the club and was trying to get my bearings and this random guy just approaches me out of the blue – so I just look at him w/ a confused-look in my face and a couple of seconds later his friend shows up and kinda sees his friend trying to talk to me and me looking at his friend like a deer-in-the-headlights – his friend knew his friend was wasted and that I didn’t understand what his wasted-friend was saying and he just told his wasted friend “let’s go” – his wasted friend then aggressively shook my hand and he had this huge-hand that felt like cement – he was an above-avg size-guy: I’d guesstimate 6’1 or-so and maybe 210-lbs or-so so not necessarily “huge” but he looked like one of those naturally-strong/big-boned type people especially when he aggressively shook my hand which I thought he was gonna do damage-to with how-hard he shook it – no-doubt he was blitzed on-something-strong and he def looked “rough around the edges” to put it mildly, he def looked like a professional-criminal – it kinda left me shook for a minute-or-two after he left b/c this guy was pretty-erratic and after he shook my hand I could he was pretty-strong; but he was on his way out (probably to do some drugs) when he approached me and he left the club after his buddy told him “let’s go” and I went about enjoying my SC-visit
2) in a black-Miami-dive circa 2015 at Club Climaxxx (not sure if it was Climaxxx at the time or the former Club Lexx) – small dive w/ mostly barside floor-dances but had a small “lap dance” area in a corner behind a half-wall that offered “semi-privacy” – I had been to this club plenty of times and although usually got my dances barside, sometimes I’d get some dances in the LD-area – often times the LD-areas was empty or maybe another couple in there – the LD-area was in a corner and kinda narrow tucked in b/w a half-wall and the building exterior wall – it was a late-afternoon ~6pm and I had gone to the LD-area w/ a slim-thick early-20s brown-skinned ebony that had great natural-Ds so I had headed to the semi-private LD-area to better enjoy her chocolate-Ds – unfortunately a group of about 5 AA-guys had paid to use the LD-area as their personal bottle-service area but at first I didn’t know that and I just thought they were hanging there for w/e reason – me and the dancer head to the far-end of the narrow area and get our dances – when we finish we start walking to the other end to exit the LD-area but one of the AA-guys was standing in the way w/ his back to us and we couldn’t get thru – one of the other AA-guys in the group noticed we were trying to get thru and told the guy blocking the path “hey someone’s trying to get thru” – the AA-guy blocking the path turns around and say “go go go” so my dancer passes then I walk past him behind her – as I’m walking past him he put his hand in the back of my neck and pushes me – he was def drunk – they seemed like out-of-towners and seemed they’d been drinking for a while maybe even b/f getting to the club – anyway he puts his hand in the back of my neck and pushes me – I swing my arm as I’m walking past and hit his forearm and knock his hand away and I kept walking – the ebony-dancer then walks up to me a few-minutes later on the floor and she’s pissed and says “I can’t believe what that motherfucker did to you” – I was mildly annoyed but could tell the guy was drunk and nothing happened after I slapped his arm away
3) another Miami black dive (Trap Lounge; been closed about 2 years) – this was a dive-of-dives; only beer-and-wine sold and not even napkins available at the bar – small run-down club – just a pool-table and a bar with a stage inside the bar and dances barside – it was the prototypical dive-bar-with-naked-chicks more than a strip-club; but it was UHM+ (many of the girls would fuck you right at the bar while giving you barside “dances”) – a voluptuous yellowbone I had known for a couple of years that I would almost-always get “dances” with was standing by me at the bar while I was sitting in the barstool – a wiry dark-skinned blackguy comes and stands by the bar on the other side of her and is looking at her w/ a weird-look – I didn’t think much of it then 5-seconds later he suddenly grabs her hard by the forearm and tries to pull her to the floor – it happened so fast and unexpected that I didn’t have time to think and jumped out of my barstool and stood b/w her and him face-to-face – blackguy starts yapping “you wanna get fucked-up” but I stand my ground and I’m ready for something to go down – again this happened in-the-blink-of-an-eye and it was just a reflex-reaction/instinct on my part vs more of a deliberate act on my part – I really don’t know why I reacted that way since it was just a reflex-reaction – I assume it was in part b/c I kinda freaked-out and thought she was in eminent-danger and I just reacted – and part of it was maybe that I subconsciously took-it as if he was in part fucking w/ me by fucking w/ the dancer I was with – anyway as we are there face-to-face the dancer gets b/w us and then the dance-counter; an older AA-guy in his 50s, comes running and tells the dancer “Mocha control your man – control your man” (this older AA-guy was the only staff in this dive along w/ a female bartender; so basically no-bouncers/security) – anyway the guy leaves and that was the end of it – a couple of weeks later I’m back at the club and the dancer is there and it turns out it was her BF/babydaddy that had been at the club for a while and was drunk-AF and obviously was a hood-guy – she then tells me she was worried that he was gonna walk back in the club that night and was worried b/c he carried a machete in the car – I thought to myself “well damn”
Incident #1 - Penthouse Detroit when it was a thing. Friend is a large former football player and drunk. He pulls a DJT move and literally grabs a girl walking near us by the pussy. She is infuriated and I de-escalate the situation by getting her drinks and going VIP with her (she was a tall big boobed beauty).
Incident #2 - Penthouse Detroit when it was a thing. Go there with two people in my business. One borrows money from me after going VIP after coming up short. Afterwards the bouncer who knows me tells me he threw up in VIP/Garbage/Bathroom and has to leave. I handle it and get him out of there after tipping the bouncer.
Life lesson for me is don't be responsible for anyone else in a strip club. Fly solo for a smooth flight.
Fortunately, his friends were cool, don't know why they were hanging with those two ass clowns, they got rantboy to calm down. Stripper A's husband was badass, I'm sure be would have jumped rantboy if he had jumped me, but he wasn't packing.
It has nothing to do with being a tough guy. His best chance of avoiding trouble was to not let the drunk asshole lay hands on him and drag him to the stage in the first place. It just further emboldened the drunk and sucked the OP further into the rabbit hole. It also decreased whatever chance the OP might have had to move away or defend himself if needed. The sad reality is that drunk assholes often pick on the guys who they believe are least able or willing to defend themselves.
And the last part of that comment tells me that you are a sheltered snowflake. Sometimes there is no avoiding a confrontation no matter what you do. And sometimes by looking afraid of a confrontation, you actually invite one (see above about emboldened assholes). After all how many bouncers are going to protect you in the club parking lot? Someone who is concerned about confrontations with drunk assholes might want to pick clubs and times of day more conducive to a calmer atmosphere.
First, he started to loudly talk about the "other" bartender (not working yet, but the one who would typically give me free drinks), so I already wasn't thrilled with him. He then loudly (sending a trend here?), starts talking shit about one of the other girls, and at this point I'm just trying to watch the game on above the bar.
But the worst part was when he went on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on...........and on and on about fucking crypto.
I did my best to not induce anger by just kinda nodding, chuckling, with the occasional"uh huh, sounds good, man", but, being wasted, he didn't take the hint. Dude never touched me, but even worse would have been the impression to the girls that this guy was my buddy. I didn't need to go but I was about to get up to take a leak, just to get up, and then make go out to sit at a table, when he did it first. While he was in there, a Cuban angel rescued me. (Remember that thread about swooping in on a girl as soon as the guy gets up to piss? That's bad. What she did was great!)
Had he nudged me or something, I dunno,I probably would have played it off. Had he grabbed my arm in an attempt to walk me to the stage I probably would have just looked at him and said no. And then stood up and done it again. I don't feel like 6'3 is that tall, but it tends to do the trick on its own for the most part. I haven't been in a fight since one random night at a house party in college, when a couple buddies got jumped. But that's because I'm a grown-up, with a job, and a house, and a 401(k). Being annoyed with an asshole isn't self-defense.
this coming from the stupid fuck that has picked numerous online fights, then pussied out of them go fuck yourself RickiBoi, you are full of shit and a major asshole. Not surprised you have so many problems with your life, you are a stupid, phony, motherfucker
I’m at the bar, the club is packed, and an old drunken guy tries to sit next to me. He was too drunk to be safe. He put his hand on my shoulder, not to harm me or seem intimidating, but to steady himself to sit on the stool. He gets up a few minutes later, to find the men’s room.
As he stands, he grabs a young meat head standing behind us. The young guy is looking for a fight, and he says if the drunk touches him again he will lay him out. As the drunk returns from the men’s room, he touches the meat head again, and the young guy drops him with a single punch to the jaw.
It’s a packed club, and now everything gets really odd. The old guy gets picked up and moved out to the sidewalk by the bouncers. The meat head and his buddies are asked to leave immediately. They call the ambulance and then a cop comes in to see the manager. It was an odd night.
I stay parked at the bar, and continue to enjoy the show on stage. I wait for the cop to leave the managers office. Generally, if the manager comes out angry and red faced, the cops are happy. The manager emerges later and is cursing everything. He’s old and angry normally - but he’s really annoyed after this settlement with the police!!
Otherwise known as typical Cashman habitat. Ha
My stories are pretty similar to everyone else’s. Clubbing by myself and drunken guy gets mad that he and his buddy are occupying a bar area with three seats and I take one since he wasn’t there when I got to the bar. He comes out of bathroom or wherever he was and is irritated and doesn’t like my explanation that it was the last seat at the bar. He tries to annoy me by standing between me and the stage and when I ask him to sit down after he’s done tipping he tells me to tip. Ok. Once another and better seat opened up I moved.
Other time some guy had finished dances with a well known extras girl. She came over to hang with me and he got jealous someone was talking to the new love of his life. He also did that overly friendly passive aggressive bullshit but I just played along until he went away.
Both times the guys were with less drunk buddies and they were uncomfortable by their friend’s behavior but didn’t do anything. I have no problem de-escalating or walking away, even if it’s someone I could take. There are much better ways to use my testosterone and adrenaline in a strip club than worrying about keeping a tough guy rep. I stick to myself and people generally don’t interfere with me.
I've had sober guys try shit when I'm drunk though. Like trying to cut in line at the bathroom. I push them out of the way. I've had guys make rude and racist comments when I had dancers at my table a long time. But I ignore that or stare them down til they leave lulz