The closer club, without a dip in girl quality

Tally ho is a very small building. Looks like a small house on a busy street across from a shopping plaza. I always feel on display when I walk in, though I’m sure no one gives a shit. Safe parking lot, safe part of town.

Seems to me, sometimes there isn’t a cover—and sometimes even when there IS a cover the bouncer doesn’t really hop up and collect money, so it’s a pretty relaxed place, that way.

The club is really like one medium sized room, with a ton of tiny tables crammed inside between the door, the tiny stage, and the bar. Very dimly lit—without fail I slam my knee into something before my eyes adjust.