Shoulda known better...

2 dancers on shift + 1 bartender + 1 customer = 1 lousy time. The mood was glum, perhaps due to the weather, or the reality of the club and its inhabitants. I fell for Brianna's fervent sales pitch out of boredom. Figured my afternoon visit had to improve from where it was. She tried her best in the small, dank, poorly lit closet of a room to entice blood flow to little avail.

At least she tried. After that, I requested a dance from the younger blonde dancer. Hers was one of the most unexciting, desperate, poor attempts to entertain I've been victimized by in years. I shoulda known better. She needs to find another job.