Two large school busses full of USC frat pledges just walked in. I guess it’s rush week (or whatever), and it appears that the wooing ritual of fraternity brothers now includes lap dances. Apparently free beer just doesn’t cut it anymore. They prearranged a deal with the club—the boys have tickets towards a topless dance, but the kicker is, it’s a discounted fee and we get less than normal. Oh happy day.
A couple of my homegirls and I pooled our resources and asked one of our bouncers to buy us a bottle of Hennessy and apple juice from the liquor store. We’re gonna need a sophomoric attitude and a booze-aid.