Delicious Dive

A remnant from when Boston was a rougher place, where bars were full of smoke and fights. A dive bar not in the ironic sense of someone slumming it from their bougie lifestyle, but in the sense of a dingy place for hard knock women to hustle a dollar or two out of whoever they can.

Naturally they don't give a shit about covid. It doesn't get full enough to have anyone to social distance from.

There were two dancers alternating the night I got there. They wore bikinis with facemasks pulled down below their chin. One was naturally skinny and pretty in the saving-up-for-a-greyhound-ticket sort of way--snaggled teeth but tight little bod. One was a black girl in a flourescent pink bikini. Calling them dancers might be exaggerating, they more stood on stage bored trying to make eye contact to get a drink.