I actually was going up there...

I actually was going up there to visit a bartender I had met online. This place is in a real sketchy part of town, an industrial area off of downtown. You walk in and it's a dank, wood paneled place that looks like it's the setting for a snuff film. The bartender I went to meet, while cute and all, was wearing a baggy turtleneck and jeans--- and managed to still be the hottest broad in the place. The "club" is basically one room with a tiny stage in the front, some tables and banquet chairs and the "bar" is the back of the room. There was a dancer on the stage who had a cesarean scar, big pooch and tits. I spent the time chatting with the bartender and by $6 watered down bourbon, paying no attention to the dancer. After about 10 minute she comes up to me and asks if I want to tip her for the dance--- the dance that I wasn't watching. I didn't want to look like a dick in front of the bartender I was trying to hook up with so I gave her $10. The bartender then took a phone call from her baby daddy and at that point I figured I wasn't getting laid so I split. This place is real bottom of the barrel and the depressing:sexy ratio is off the hook.