text: The night I went to DDS there was this awful, whining, emo Dashboard Confessional wanna-be band there.  So... since it was a warm night, we were outside most of the time waiting for our friends.  We'd go inside occasionally for shots, or some other form of liquor.  This was about 6 months before I'd meet some other Vegas residents that were about 20x cooler, and would never ditch us two girls in the middle of a town we weren't familiar with.  But that's a story for another time... DDS is dirty.  Not in a Scolari's Office kind of way, either... but really deep grit.  My assumption is that it's always so full they can never really take a sponge, broom, or mop to anything (when really what's needed is a pressure-wash head to toe.)  The walls were covered in artwork: drawings, some lovely skilled grafitti, some not so great penned on grafitti, and some just plain rude phrases.  The people were generally pretty cordial to us (I won't kid myself that it wasn't obvious we were vacationers.)  As soon as the sniffly bitchy boy bands were done, I loved it there.  What I did not love, however, was even the name Ass Juice, much less the drink itself.  It wasn't bile-inducing, seeing as I was already drunk, but it wasn't even close to \"good.\"  I don't know what's in that stuff, but you've been warned.