One Word: Tits.

I really like how a bunch of the clubs on Dale Mabry Highway are basically in one big square. After walking out of the club (and straight through a weed cloud since guys were outside hitting a joint.), my friend and I decided to leave our car in the parking lot, and we would simply walk two lots over where Scores was conveniently located. I know that you have to pay to park your car, but since we came on foot, I have no idea what the prices are for their spots. The outside of the building looks very elegant, and it sits in between a pawn shop and, funny enough, a pet supermarket. We walked towards the entrance where the valet and door guys greeted us and allowed us to walk on inside without a hitch.

Going inside, we went straight to the desk where the door girl asked for $10 per person as the cover charge. We give her the money requested and another bouncer came in through the doors that directly lead inside the club to greet us as we asked for some $1s in change. Once everything was gathered and cleared, the door girl gave us the okay to go on in, and the bouncer holds the door open for us to step through.

The first thing I notice is that the setup of the club makes it hard for me to tell if this club is bigger than the location at Jacksonville, but they seem to be the same size - but Tampa’s could be slightly bigger. To the far left is where the bar and a few of their many VIP seating areas are at, along with their curtained booths. Towards the right is where the main seating and rectangular stage is located. And the far FAR right (which I had no idea about until we were fixing to leave) is a separate dining room where customers that are having dinner can actually view the stage action through a glass wall between the rooms. The overall appearance of the club is above average - definitely not a dive, but not quite a truly upscale place. The overall crowd was probably at a medium range as it wasn’t dead, but it wasn’t ridiculously packed either, which was kind of relieving since we already had to deal with squeezing around Mons at only 10 PM. Now it was getting just past Midnight, and the club had a comfortable amount of people to get around.