Desolate shell of what a strip joint used to be

Walked in because I had some time to waste. I went to the bar and sat down hoping to order a beer. Which took too long, but I finally got a drink.

Some half-drunk stripper with medium qualities (nothing to write home about but nothing awful) struck up a conversation and I bought her a drink. So things were progressing along as they often do in some run of the mill strip joint on a slow weekday night.

We finished our cocktails while exchanging pleasantries, and both decided we'd like another. However, the bartender was busy yapping it up with a different stripper and her mark. My stripper spent a few minutes trying to get the bartenders attention, and then I followed suit. Neither of us had any success. So this whole situation was going nowhere quickly. I politely told her I was leaving to go somewhere to have a drink. She was none too happy because there really were not any other patrons.