Went on a Saturday ages ago....

Went on a Saturday ages ago. My buddy and I heard great things. Parking is difficult as the lot is smaller than the club. Pulled in and there was the po-po. They were talking up this dancer. We walked past and discovered the place is cozy, small. Since Washington clubs are dry, we paid the entry fee and got cokes (closest flavor to rum, amirite?)

No dancer was up yet but six were entertaining in the lap dance area. It's setup like huge benches facing each other. My boy was like "damn, this is 'ass transit', dawg."

We waited for a few dancers to go up. Most were friendly enough but this one was really pushy about getting out of the club to her apartment. "She's gonna go all Bates Motel and shit," was my wingman's insight. I couldn't agree more.