Strip Club

“Yo Slick!”

“This is Beverly, the new bartender.”

“She’s gonna be here six nights a week.”

“Doesn’t she have nice skin?”

He asked

Rubbing his fingertips

Up and down her pale arm.

“What do you want to drink?”

“Beverly sweetie...I’m buying Slick’s drinks.”

“Wotcha gonna have?”

She asked me.

The lighting was terrible in this dive.

Yellowish.

“What kind of vodka do you have?”

I was met with a blank stare.

“You have Grey Goose?”

She looked at me.

She went to check the bottles.

“No.”

She said coming back.

“Just gimme what you got.”

“Hey! You have olives or a twist?”

Again with the hollow stare.

“I’ll just take it straight up.”

She poured a small glass 

Of watered down vodka.

I looked at G

Clinking glasses.

“What a dump!” 

I tapped my glass against his.

There were about 3 or 4 girls in bikinis

Taking turns on the pole

Unenthusiastically.

There wasn’t enough of a crowd

To really get them dancing.

Instead they hovered 

Around the bar 

And got groped for tips.

I felt an ass or two.

I finished my drink.

Since the vodka

Was so disappointing

I asked Beverly

What kind of whiskey she had.

Again

“What kind do you want?”

Again

“What kind do you have?”

She went and looked.

She slurred through them 

With me

And I told her

I would do the Black Label.

She was already onto something else.

“Let’s go out and smoke.”

G said.

“I got some dynamite.”

“Let’s go then.”

“Hey gorgeous!”

I said loudly across the bar

On my way out.

“No ice in my drink!  I’m stepping outside for a smoke with G and I’ll look for it on the bar

  when I get back.”

I winked at her.

We walked past the pool table

And through the entrance

Out into the cold night.

G immediately lit up a bowl.

Cars passed on the highway

To our right.

Ironically

There was a Friends Of Bill

Right next door.

We proceeded to get lifted.

We went back inside

And sat down.

Still no drink.

A few more tits.

A few more asses.

Beverly comes up

And asks me 

If I want a drink.

I roll my eyes at G.

“Are you shitting me?”

“Black Label.  No ice!”

She then disappeared 

For at least five minutes.

She came back

And proceeded to make some drinks

And put them down in front of us.

“We didn’t order those.”

I told her.

“Omg! Omg! Omg!  Don’t say anything!”

“I forgot who ordered these!”

She looked around the bar.

There was only like

15-20 of us sitting there.

She finally found them.

At this point the owner 

Is behind the bar

Watching her

Out of the corner 

Of his eye.

She bounces back

And asks what she can get me.

G’s still got a half of a glass.

“Really?”

I ask her.

I have no idea what she is on.

“Black Label.  No ice.”

She sways and grabs the bottle.

She puts down two shot glasses.

She spills into the first

And starts on the second.

“I only wanted one!”

I exclaimed.

“C’mon!”

G said.

“A chaser!”

“G.  I’m only drinking one.”

“Fine.”

I was about to pick my shot up

When Beverly slurred

“Wait!”

She spilled Black Label

Into the second shot glass

With an unsteady hand.

She capped the bottle

And put it down.

She then raised the glass

Looking me in the eye

And smiled.

We both swallowed.

“Here’s to your first night!”

I toasted.

I looked at G laughing.

I started laughing.

Beverly stumbled away.

“Holy shit!”

I said 

Looking at him.

We were both laughing hard now.

“G.”

I said.

“She might have nice skin, but she’s never going to make it six nights.”