Dancers Wanted

How do I begin? Saturday night. 10:00 pm. ONE dancer. 2 male patrons and me. The lovely Brandy behind the bar. The idiot Manager. The owner Charlie dead. It’s a Saturday. Wtf is going on here. I buy drinks for the house including Brandy, the dancer, the 2 patrons, the idiot Manager Bubba for his birthday and the Manager throws me out because I questioned why there is only 1 dancer on a Saturday night. He says that’s the way it’s been for 13 years. Idiot. Like I’ve never been there before? Drinks were between 5 and 8. The one Caucasian dancer was heavily tatted but cute. I’m pretty confident that she would have played. But I got tossed before I could find out. God help this place.