Wasting Time

I was running errands near Delaware Ave during the early afternoon and decided to stop into Club Risque. I've stated in the past that my primary motivation for stopping into this place during the early afternoon is merely to take advantage of the free buffet that's available before 3pm. T & A is more of an ancillary reason why I stop here, but I am not going to complain watching those body parts jiggle and shake for amusement and those dead presidents.

I strolled into the establishment and ordered my free email along with a drink, and the bartender decided to provide me with a drink on the house. That was extremely gracious of her. I dont remember many of the dancers who were present, except for a latina who exhibited some hood tendencies, a fit and fine black chick named Paris, and a fit white chick named Montana. The conversation with Paris was limited to hello and the latina chick couldn't hold decent discourse to save her life. Montana was the only dancer who sat next to me for an extended time and attempted to engage in discourse. We had a decent conversation about cooking and fitness before she was called on stage. I finished my food and waited for my friend to show up, so he can witness the talent (or dearth of) that was present for the afternoon. We had a couple of drinks and then departed for another location after we noticed that the talent was sub par.