Not Really That Sweet

A small club. Bar on the right as you enter the door. One stage left, scattered tables, cushioned throne-like chairs against the east wall. There is a VIP but I did not partake. Nor did I have reason to.

The dancers were fair to midland. Nothing great, one who needed to go to the gym for a few months before she hits the stage again, but the rest were average. Three drinks at the bar near closing time and you might be putting the moves on them. But, again, nothing special or spectacular.

I ordered a water. Not only was it $5 plus tip, it wasn't even high quality. I swear they're the same bottles you can get at the 99 Cent Store. Not impressed nor with the way the waitress harassed me until I ordered a drink. I had a few dances from a few girls. They were about as memorable as their looks, which is to say not really. Mustang was there, an older dancer with a reputation, the good kind, but she was with regulars the whole of my stay.