Score this one as a loss

I squeezed in a half hour into my day so that I could stop by for a beer and a few lap dances. Yeah, it was a Monday, and yeah, it was a little before noon, but this place has been good to me. Well they say everyone eventually has an off day. This one was mine, or maybe theirs.

So I go up to the bar and grab my first bottle, and I see only one dancer, talking to this big black guy who is doing a great impersonation of Ving Rhames. No one else but the bar tender is to be seen. So I sit down to enjoy my beer, while watching ESPN on a projection screen. The dancer is busy talking to Ving, and no one else is coiming out from the back. I finish the first beer, and return to the bar for a second. Mind you, because of the bartender location, I am standing one bar stool away from the dancer. I take the second and return to my table. Shortly after that, the dancer walks to the back, and returns a few minutes later. Ving leaves, and dancer is still sitting at the bar.

Well my half hour is up, my second beer is done, and I am in a pissy mood. I carry the empty bottle to the bar, set it on the bartop, and pass by the dancer on my way out. I'll be generous here and say she looked to be about a 6, mid-30s, with an un-athletic physique. She was a bottle redhead. She looked up, without a whole lot of surprise and said, "oh, I didn't see anyone else in here. Would you like to sit with me?"