arsenicmauls | A Strip Club On The Mainland

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.]]

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"Well, crap. Forget that." Kenzi smiled at the dancer though, and waved a ten at him in thanks. "Yeah, I'm Kenzi. Sorry, I'm crap at names, you're...?"

"Gert," she replied. "I'm newish. Like a semester and change, not most-recent-picnic new."

Clarifying was necessary. It was a status thing.

"So you really don't think this place is gross?"

"Enh. Gross how?" Kenzi tilted her head, taking a sip of her drink. "The glitter's kinda weird. Gotta wonder where it's been... and I sure wouldn't eat any of the food." Yeah, no. That had to be some kinda health violation.

"Gross like objectifying and generally demeaning to women," Gert suggested. Gert had a pretty firm and also heavily controversial sense of what feminism entailed. "It's just weird that someone would want to work here."

"There's guys here too," Kenzi pointed out, waving to Todd the Dancing Fiend. "And I've heard they pay well. Way better than waiting tables and crap. If you've got it, why not get paid to flaunt it?" Kenzi's feminism basically was of the brand of 'enh, I do what I want.'

"I dunno," Gert said, though she didn't sound quite as Enraged (TM) by it all as she usually did. To each her own, after all. "There's the icky guys sticking their fingers in your waistband and all that."

"Okay, that is a valid aesthetic point," Kenzi agreed, considering. "Old guys. Drunk guys. Smelly guys... on the other hand, that's why they probably make so much money. Like, who else would touch them?" Thinking of that, Kenzi held up another five for Daisy the Dancing Doctor. 'Cause she deserved it.

"Yeah, but is it worth the Purell costs?" Gert was seriously not sure that it was. "Not to mention soap for de-glittering."

"See, I was wondering that! But Todd wasn't talking," Kenzi said, shaking her head. "If there's a secret to getting this stuff off your skin, he won't share. At least not for ten bucks." She cocked her head and added, "This is kind of a skanky venue... No offense, Daisy." To Gert, she said, "But if it were classier, we never would've gotten in to be offended."

Kenzi had a point. Gert smirked. "Yeah, whoop-de-do for that," she said. "If we hadn't gotten in, I never would have managed to get glitter all over my book."

Sigh.

"You brought a book?" Kenzi mostly sounded confused, with a dash of disbelieving. "Ummm... why?" Was she going to start a discussion in the club? Well, the strippers were probably pretty well-read, even if the patrons weren't.

Gert looked pretty confident in her choice of literature, thank you. "I was expecting to be bored and uninterested in this stuff," she said with a half-shrug. "I was right."

"Then why did you come along at all?" Kenzi wasn't judging, although she was mystified. She nodded to one of the guys on-stage, and grinned at him. "And c'mon, none of this is interesting? For human interest and... objectification observation or whatever it was you said?"

"Didn't know it was gonna be this," Gert said. "I thought it would be a bar or something. And... quieter."

Sigh.

"Wait, did you know where we were going?" Had she found the person responsible for organizing this trip at last?

Would Kenzi admit it, if she had? Ummm.

Heh.

"No, I knew it would be a dance club." Although, she may have - MAY - have made a few suggestions to the bus driver that were taken seriously. "But not what kind of one, exactly. I've never been here before." The name was a giveaway though, wasn't it?

"I don't think anyone except Cade has," Gert supplied helpfully. "So congrats on being... not Cade."

"Heh! Thanks. Back at you." Kenzi grinned and slurped her drink. "Maybe it was his choice?

"I doubt it," Gert said dubiously. "Do guys go to strip clubs socially? You'd think having a big group would prevent the kind of back room antics they might be interested in."

"Umm, bachelor parties?" Kenzi wasn't too sure on that herself, but she kind of thought guys did a lot of things in groups. "Other... celebrations? Hey, I wonder where the 'just married' people from the parking lot went." Anyone see a bride in here?... aside from that girl in the white lingerie.

Gert... well, it wasn't that she didn't have the heart to tell Kenzi that she was pretty sure that the Just Married car had been occupied by just one guy, but more that she didn't feel the need to.

"I'm just saying," she said, "if I were a sleazy guy who wanted to watch chicks get mostly naked, I'd probably want some privacy."

Kenzi's drinks ingestion there probably hadn't helped her logic.

"Maaaybe that's why there's a no-tell motel a few blocks down, with free HBO advertised on the sign?" She pointed at Gert. "But privacy for nakedness, nothing wrong with that. People get their freak on in all the ... flavors of the rainbow."

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