TRASH
Well, you suppose you can at least make the effort, Tina will just pitch a bitch at you, if you get plastered and you don't feel like hearing it. Nothing stopping you from taking little drinks in-between though.
As the night goes on, the initial beer rush slows a bit since the patrons are more interested in the tits. However there are always those few that insist on drinking at the damn bar rather than drool up front like a normal person. These types always seem to want to talk to the bar tender too. How lucky for you that you have not one, but two of these people trying to talk to you.
No getting away from it, they're demanding alcohol, and they're going to tell you their sorry life story anyway, might as well pick which one. You're already feeling a little buzzed from the beer too by now, so you're in that "professor mode" and feeling a little talkative yourself.
There's the little nervous guy who looks like he wants to talk, but looks scared of you. He watches the strippers in absolute fascination, but keeps making himself look away and turning back to you.
Then there's the big trucker looking type who's drinking a lot more and watching the strippers pretty intently too, you're surprised he isn't up closer, but he looks like he wants to ask you something.
You finish drinking another beer and try to figure out which one is going to annoy you less.
As the night goes on, the initial beer rush slows a bit since the patrons are more interested in the tits. However there are always those few that insist on drinking at the damn bar rather than drool up front like a normal person. These types always seem to want to talk to the bar tender too. How lucky for you that you have not one, but two of these people trying to talk to you.
No getting away from it, they're demanding alcohol, and they're going to tell you their sorry life story anyway, might as well pick which one. You're already feeling a little buzzed from the beer too by now, so you're in that "professor mode" and feeling a little talkative yourself.
There's the little nervous guy who looks like he wants to talk, but looks scared of you. He watches the strippers in absolute fascination, but keeps making himself look away and turning back to you.
Then there's the big trucker looking type who's drinking a lot more and watching the strippers pretty intently too, you're surprised he isn't up closer, but he looks like he wants to ask you something.
You finish drinking another beer and try to figure out which one is going to annoy you less.