Jordan knew that letting Patricia decide where they were going to hang out was a bad idea. She was already cutting off blood flow to Jordan’s arm but because she was practically dragging her, it was causing her to crash into people left and right. Damn that girl wanted to get somewhere. She felt Patricia nearly tug her arm out of her socket as they stopped in front of a building. Music was being played loudly to the point where she could hear it clearly from where she stood. Immediately, Jordan’s eyes shot wide open at where they were.
“A strip club.” She stated. Patricia beamed at her replying, “Not just any strip club, a gay strip club! Come on!” Jordan was about to question why when she got pulled forward into the building and was met with the view of a ton of hot guys, in barely anything, walking around and dancing. Needless to say, her mind was blown. Jordan had seen Magic Mike and had an idea of what male strip clubs were like but damn, this was a whole other level! She was so busy staring at the whole scene that she didn’t notice Patricia squeal and run to hug some of the males. Oh, that’s why she wanted to come here.
Jordan casually hung back as Patricia chatted it up with them and she laughed at something. She then asked them something that Jordan couldn’t make out before she bounded over to her. “Hey I’m going to go with them for a bit so hang out around here and enjoy the eye candy!” She said loudly over the music. “Wait Patri-” Jordan was cut off as Patricia winked and took off after her male friends. She stood there flabbergasted and feeling very alone and with music pounding her ears. Suddenly realizing she looked like a fool, she quickly made her way over to where they bar was. “Coke please.” She asked the bartender.
She looked around once more, trying to see if she could find Patricia but that was a no go so she continued to sit there, wondering why Pat bothered to bring her at all.
