No Dollface Here

I was in the area for work and decided to hit up the three best clubs. First up was The Doll House, where a decent amount of cars out front gave me the impression that I was in for a good time. I was wrong.

I parked alongside the club and made my way inside. The door was wide open as if they were airing the place out. No one was posted at the front to check ID or collect cover. It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the dimly lit club.

There were tables to my right, the stage in the middle, and the bar to my left in the back against the wall, where there were signs of life.