I dragged my bf, kicking and screaming, to my club this weekend. It was my day off, but a co-worker was coming back after a hiatus so there was a small party. He was threatening to have an anxiety attack and throw up on a dancer. However, he had a blast.
"Hey.. the music isn't half bad... it isn't all club music, it's like... good."
At first the girls weren't being overly friendly because ya know, he's with me, obviously not spending a whole lot. But we tipped the stage and got a few table-side dancers and then they were nice.
One of the dancers took a tip on stage with the "kiss" thing, which he then says "well, that was morally corrupting." heheh.
So now he's talking to all his friends: "it's so cool! They all wear like seductive space costumes and the world would just be so much better if more people dressed like that more and it's all corrupting and stuff! we HAVE to go!"
and then askes me:
"So do you think if I came in periodically and bought a block of VIP time I could be like 'hey, you don't have to undress, but can we play d&d?' and then whenever I come in I'll bring dice and the girls will run up with their character sheets?"
me: "So you'll have the glory of scantily clad women rushing at you to play d&d?"
him: "it'll be sooo awesome!"
heehee, thus, I think I created a junkie.



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