The Ballad of S--- and T---

The text simply said "there are girls dancing in cages here." C--- had been trying all evening to get us to join him.

"I think he managed to convince me. Finish your beer." W--- said to me.

We had practically just arrived at the concert. The cover charge benefited a worthy cause, so I didn't mind paying to get in. About forty minutes earlier we were playing beer pong at H---'s apartment, and left shortly after Z--- had showed up. Now H--- and Z--- had joined us at the concert and we were about to abandon them again.

"I hate you guys." Z--- said after I told him we were going to another bar. "You know why? Because every time I show up to some place you guys are leaving."

"OK, fair enough. But there are girls dancing in cages there..."

And on the bar apparently. In a tshirt and striped underwear. Then in a skin colored bodysuit with strategically placed black censored cutouts. Then with white scarves which she twirled about her body.

In the back people gyrated on the dance floor. Girls filtered into and out of the giant cage against the wall. We found a table. Drinks were flowing. Shots were downed. More rounds. The censored girl came over to talk to the group. I was left speechless and agape as she commented on the girly appearance of C---'s and W---'s drinks. People left the table to go towards the back and dancing. I ducked into the bathroom to escape.

I came out and surveyed the crowd. Cute girl, cute girl, gay couple, out of place middle aged woman, couple making out, creepy dude, cute girl, wait.... was that? Yes, yes it was.

C--- in the cage. Dancing. in. the. cage.