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arsenicmauls) wrote2013-05-29 10:00 am
arsenicmauls) wrote2013-05-29 10:00 am
Entry tags:
- event: not-so-final destination week,
- fact: ew,
- fact: i kissed a girl,
- fact: kind of a sex-negative feminist,
- person: alexandra udinov,
- person: anya corazón,
- person: atton rand,
- person: bay kennish,
- person: cade skywalker,
- person: cassidy of dharo,
- person: emily thorne,
- person: jessica drew,
- person: kenzi,
- person: madeline berry,
- person: mercy thompson,
- place: baltimore
A Strip Club On The Mainland | Wednesday Early Evening
On the outside, the club looked pretty seedy, and it was hard to tell whether the small number of cars in the parking lot was a good sign or a bad one. For at least a few of the cars already there - including a limousine with tinted windows and a very sad-looking sports car that still had half of a JUST MARRIED sign affixed to its rear bumper -- it was probably good, but for any Fandom students looking for a positive strip club experience, it was a little harder to tell.
At the door, there was a bouncer checking IDs (or fake IDs, as the case almost universally was with this crowd), and inside... well, inside was a strip club. There was a stage, there were dancers (of multiple genders, even!), there was a breakfast buffet that looked like it served bacon, and there was a bar. And there was glitter. Lots and lots of glitter.
The night was young, the bouncer was easily fooled, and The Silver Glitter Club was open. Enjoy, Fandomites. Or at least try not to pick up any diseases.
[[open for business! feel free to have tagged along whether or not you were part of I Never; i'm deliberately not specifying whose idea this was and how people were notified, 'cuz it definitely was not gert's, so handwave away.]]
At the door, there was a bouncer checking IDs (or fake IDs, as the case almost universally was with this crowd), and inside... well, inside was a strip club. There was a stage, there were dancers (of multiple genders, even!), there was a breakfast buffet that looked like it served bacon, and there was a bar. And there was glitter. Lots and lots of glitter.
The night was young, the bouncer was easily fooled, and The Silver Glitter Club was open. Enjoy, Fandomites. Or at least try not to pick up any diseases.
[[open for business! feel free to have tagged along whether or not you were part of I Never; i'm deliberately not specifying whose idea this was and how people were notified, 'cuz it definitely was not gert's, so handwave away.]]
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"I don't know, I've always been more of a doer." And that sounded terrible.
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Probably not what she meant, Rand.
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"I'm bitching about the glitter and you want me to get all rubbed with the sweat of some random dude and all the people he rubbed himself before me?" Emily answered, actually just as amused as she was terrified by the idea.
"Only if you get one, too."
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And there hadn't even been a I've never had a lapdance.
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"Shots?" he suggested.
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"Shots," she replied. "If whatever they call alcohol here doesn't knock me out, I guess I'll be in the predisposition to have a lap dance." And even then...probably not.