hanging out at the bar with an angry petty thief of a dancer

It's a clean bar in an industrial are. Plenty of parking. A very large man in a security guard uniform understood that I was not underage age or a threat and let me in. Later I would see him ID and frisk some people. Few patrons or dancers in the bar until 11:00PM.

The bar seems to have different management, one Sunday through Wednesday, the other Thursday-Saturday. The dancers differ too, but there is some overlap. The Sun-Wed dancers are a bit more variable, sometimes a bit more ghetto always, to me, a bit more interesting.

On the evening in question, among others, there were a pair of Columbians, one a pretty and busty brunette with limited English and a busty blond with good English. They sat next to the stage waiting to be asked for a dance.