Same name, slightly different vibe

I hadn't visited Scandals in what felt like years. It used to be a regular haunt of mine when I worked nearby. I had to be back in the area on a Friday afternoon/evening and figured I'd kill an hour or two like a used to, with a drink in my hand and pleasant conversation with a half-naked chick. Before getting to the club, I have to mention what a shock it was seeing Long Island City for the first time in a while. Night and Day transformation. This was a place for slightly hood businesses and people quickly walking to or from the train to get to their homes or other destinations. Now, there's new skyscraper residential buildings, business towers and big chain hotels/fast casual eateries sprouting up everywhere, eager to be filled with white mid-westerners claiming they found the next great neighborhood in NYC to live in. We all know it's over once the first Starbucks moves into the hood, but still, I couldn't believe my eyes when I seen the place.

Back to the club, it's still the same as I remember. A fresh coat of paint and some balloons up for some dancers birthday, but the guts remain Scandals through and through. There's the same stools around a rectangular bar that act as buffer and tip parade route. There's the seats furtherest out with table service and girls more willing to wade through to get to a customers lap and enjoy some conversation. Then there's the sweet spot in-between. Tall stools mostly with no backs but no tip parade and better view of the dancers, no table service while still pulling women for conversation and mutual touching if you're lucky. I ordered a drink and got to one of the sweet spots to get a better look at my surroundings.

There were about 20 dancers by the time I arrived on the afternoon side of the day but the place had a lot of customers. Everyone keeps to themselves and the place is good for groups if you're into that sort of thing. I like to go to see who I can pull and get some conversation and number exchanges going. Soon as I sit, Crystal (Kristal?) comes right over and talks me up for a dance. Short, cropped brown hair with an amazing hour glass and a soft, soft booty. I politely declined but told her I would check her later. About 5 minutes in I noticed a regular worker from the time I used to frequent the club named Jessica. Older, Colombiana, with short blond hair and a beauty mark on her right cheek. I kind of liked her because she always gave decent lap dances with good roaming options. She gave me important answers about pricing, dances go up after 8pm (don't remember by how much) and with bouncer check-ins. I had my time limit set and took her to the new private dance room.