<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Original</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=255198.msg12620671#msg12620671">Quote from: KirbysFolly on 02-09-2016, 09:46:49</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Oh I really hope not. The professor is, like, a 60 year old woman." Angie made a disgusted face and laughed. She scooped up her own light jacket, and locked the door behind them as they left.<br/><br/>"Yeah, I think the only dress code they have is for the employees." She grinned as she led the way to her battered blue Focus, a gift from her parents when she had moved out to go to school. The drive to the club was fairly short, and parking was easy to find on a Tuesday evening. The huge man at the door greeted them with an equally huge smile, quickly checked their IDs, collected a $5 and a $10 from Angie for the door fee, and let the three of them inside.<br/><br/>"He's cute," muttered Nadia in Jessie's ear, shortly before every reasonably loud noise was drowned out by the DJ over the speakers.<br/><br/>"GENTLEMEN," he began, as the trio rounded the corner. "AND LADIES!" From the booth, they could see the man gesture at them, waving one arm out to welcome them. "PLEASE GIVE IT UP FOR CINNAMOOOOOON! Music began blaring out of the speakers, replacing the much more reasonable background noise that had been previously playing. From the corner of the floor, at a table with a few empty chairs around it, another woman about their age stood up and began waving her hand over her head to get their attention. She had a very self-satisfied expression on her face.<br/><br/>"Ugh, there she is," Angie shouted over the song. She threaded her way through tables and around a waitress carrying a plate of nachos and questionable hot wings to a foursome of guys engaged in a very serious shouted conversation near the stage.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br/><br/><strong>"You never know."</strong>Jessie answered with a grin, even as she moved to follow Angie out the door.<strong>"Your work dress code is, no clothes!  Wouldn't men love that."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"If you like that type." </strong>She answered Nadia when they arrived, unsure what to think of the other girl quite yet.  She couldn't stop herself from flinching as the music hit her like a hammer.  She didn't mind the sound of a nice engine, but this was just excessive.  She had to fight the urge to stick her fingers in her ears as she moved to follow Angie towards the perverted student.<br/><br/><strong>"If I ever become a stripper."</strong>She muttered, not really expecting to be heard over the music.<strong>"Don't let me pick that kind of name.  What happened to being original?"</strong>It wasn't a serious comment, and more of a sign of discomfort.  Between the music, the atmosphere, and the type of establishment, Jessie was rather out of her element.