I Need One Dance...

I was in Tampa for a meeting and stopped by on my way to Tallahassee. You come into the club on what's the left side (as you walk in). The club is split into two main areas, basically. The entrance area has the bar, a trophy case (nice touch), and a pool table. The dance area has the DJ booth, the stage (two poles), and chairs and tables all around. There are group areas toward the back and regular couches toward the front. The VIP dance area is at the extreme right of the club. There's a board with the prices, which I always like. Five TVs, all of which had NFL pregame shows on when I walked in.

The bartender walked up to me when I first stepped inside: not terribly friendly, but...let's just say I wasn't surprised. I got a bottle of water simply because there was no cover. Sat and watched TV while clearing my emails. A girl went up on stage eventually and I mostly ignored her. She didn't look bad, though; so I tipped a couple of dollars during the set. I was the only one who did: most of the other guys were chatting with the bartender at the bar, and the one other guy seemed almost asleep. She came over and thanked me after the set and we talked for a bit.

She seemed uncharacteristically bent - and so did the bartender - on getting me to buy a drink. Not for her: for myself. Even after I explained that I don't drink for personal reasons, they kept at it. I wasn't particularly upset by it, but it just seemed odd that they tried that hard to get me to drink. Eventually the girl (B) asked me for a dance and off we went for 15 minutes. B is a brunette, fairly thick (bit of a tummy), with a nice smile and nice eyes. She also has a distinctive spot on her leg. Couldn't tell if it was a tattoo or something else.