Evening time at the bar

I went around 5 or 6 pm and there was one older woman who was the bartender and the only girl working. She wasn't that attractive; she couldn't compare to the girls in the Bourbon Street clubs and she showed her age. But then again, some assets are always nice. This place was dead. Sometime that leaves possibilities. I had a drink and the girl came over to sit with me. We talked a bit. She wanted $100 to go upstairs.

She said she would take care of me. She would not budge from the price because she said that was the minimum the club set. I bought her a drink but didn't go upstairs. She told the sob story of her life playing on the sympathies and sounding desperate. We talked about what could happen in the bar, which as limited due to a lack of privacy. I gave her a small tip and she was grateful.