A $9.00 beer night does exist

The first stop was a more upscale tittie bar downtown; by upscale I mean they charged you $9.00 for a bottle of Coors light. Swear to God, rumpley went up to the bar to get us beverages and he came back all but hurt because he had to spend $18.00 for two slightly shitty beers. He bitched to me for a little while and then a nice young lady who sat on his lap. Rumpley:” what the fuck, why are your beers so goddamn expensive.” Stripper: “ this is a strip club, it’s not suppose to matter.” Rumpley: “ fuck that this is ridiculous.” She then left and no more young ladies sat on his lap. Actually we weren’t approached by anyone else for anything, and before the previous exchange we were mobbed by requests for all manners or merriment. Maybe they have some sot of walkie talkie and the call went out that Rumpley and me didn’t have any money, although I probably would have seen some sort of paraphernalia, no one was wearing much clothes, obviously.
Around this point Rumpley was suddenly too drunk to function. Not really he just decided he was still sober enough and was horny enough to have girlfriend sexy time. It really was an amazing cop out, who yells about loving strippers then pisses them off and leaves. Rumpley.Rumpley left, Dirty Jesus and I spent the rest of the time picking our favorites, and talking about how funny it would be to wear sweat pants with no underwear to this sort of establishment. Would they kick you out for having an erect penis even though that was the whole point of going to a place like this? Who would be the most uncomfortable the other dudes or the girls? We grappled with these questions for some while, then it was time to leave. A dude from our party was getting kicked out. We got back to the limo and everyone was a bit drunker and louder.