Thread: At a strip club just to drink?

A young man in his late 20's, long brown hair braided in a 2-foot long ponytail, sharply dressed in a black, tuxedo-suit with a tie parked his motorcycle in the alley next to a few others who had traveled here by the same method. Just a few feet off to the right, a staircase led down to the basement area of the tall building. And while the rest of it was nothing suspicious, this particular area was home to a seedy gentleman's club called After Dark. For having absolutely gorgeous girls and high security, it was also very expensive to get in despite the suspicious location. It was generally aimed towards men, but in recent days women have been allowed to join the club as well, if they had a taste for other women... Jazz dismounted his custom bike, and pulled out a switch from his left coat pocket. Pressing a button here caused the vehicle to enter a locked-down, safety mode, where extra plates of armor completely covered and hid the bike's wheels and created a similarly protective hood over the handlebars and seat, as if wrapping the whole thing in a protective cocoon. With his head sagging depressedly, and a bit of an uneasy weight in his step, he descended the staircase. He was greeted by a large, black man in a similar suit-and-tie uniform who seemed to scowl at him at first, but then lightened his expression when Jazz flashed his gold-card. With a polite bow, the velvet rope was removed, and Jazz slipped a hand between the red curtains that separated the grimy stairway and lead into lively, well-maintained nightclub. It was pitch-black, save for some dim lights over the tables and flashing colored lights around the stage. Oddly enough, Jazz hadn't come to this night-club in search of women, wine and a good time. He was much too depressed for that. No, girls were the farthest thing on his mind right now. He'd simply come to have a drink. It was an expensive club to get into, which means it wasn't very crowded. Jazz's kind of place. And it was one of the few bars open at night that also had a non-alcoholic beverage-selection, which Jazz also liked. He never drank alcohol when he was away from home, and right now... he just felt like some Pineapple juice. There were tables out in the middle of the room, seats near the stage where girls danced and stripped and were currently doing so, and then there were private-tables which seemed like smaller rooms built into the wall separated by thick, scarlet curtains. It was generally understood that a closed curtain meant something was going on behind them, and you left them alone. He picked one that seemed farthest away from the action, off in the corner where the club seemed it's darkest. He lazily plopped himself along one of the long, leathery cushioned seats on one side and then unraveled his section of the curtain so that only his half was closed. A half-closed private room was taken as a message that someone was in it, awaiting service or company. Jazz hadn't been here in a while, so he assumed another sharply dressed waiter would be coming to take his drink order and ask him if he wanted a girl to accompany him this evening. He didn't know that the old waiters were either fired or given new jobs while the waiting was now done by dancing girls who could service at-once. This was obviously to get rid of waiting time for antsy customers. He opened an old-styled menu to see if they'd changed anything. Aside from a few drink additions, it all looked the same. He thought about ordering one of the enticing new appetizers...