"Tell you what bud, I need a fucking drink! Hey, let's go down to that titty bar we passed on the way up here." Scott shouted, while throwing his gear in the back of Alex's truck.
"Sure, but you got first round. I literally had to drag your drunk ass out of bed for this storm call. You owe me." Alex said.
"Fair enough! Let's roll!" Scott said, roaring with joy.
Alex and Scott worked as linemen for a power company. Being pulled hours, or states, away to fix whatever power line mother nature seemed fit to break is just part of the job. This was their last night up state, before heading back home.
As Alex pulled into the parking lot of Club Leather it was clearly slow night by any gentlemens club standards. A barrel chested bouncer stopped them at the entrance.
"Twenty dollar cover gentlemen." The bouncer said in a two packs a day for twenty years gravelly voice.
"A cover for a titty bar?" Scott said with a chuckle. "Big cities man, nickel and dime you every step of the goddamn way." The bouncer took their money and gave them each two drink tokens.
"You gentlemen enjoy your night." Finally letting them pass. The club was as dead as they suspected, but louder than a construction site. The music blared, drowning out any conversation below a yell. A lone dancer idly walking around a pole on center stage, with a look of disdain plastered across her face, spotted the guys and shook her bare chest in their direction. A handful of older men were spread around the club, few with dancers draped across their laps, others just enjoying a drink and seeing some tits.
As Alex and Scott make their way to the bar, the bartender is already waiting for them.
"What can I get you?" She yelled over the loud music.
"Two jack and cokes." Scott yelled back, sliding her his two drink tokens.