RED LIGHTSFour men come in and I call dibs on the one that hesitates and looks around nervously. The alpha male among them plants himself on the barstool next to Tanya. Her black dress, slit up the sides, shows off her long legs.
It’s still early. I call the rest of the girls down, turn the music up, and dim the lights on the little stage in front of the dance floor. The power flickers then all goes dark. Red light emits from the walls, the pulsing glow caught in the martini glasses and chrome dancing pole before the lights return. The spirits are restless tonight.
The men order drinks. Two beers. One vodka. And a club soda for the one I’ve got my eye on. I walk over with two other girls. One of us for each of them. Mine is cute, in a puppy-dog sort of way. I put my hand on his shoulder
