Thursday Night!
At my bar, we also sell beer out of a cooler to take home.
After my second set of the night, I got down and went on my tip round. I was dancing for a regular I knew when two guys in motorcycle jackets came in. I thanked the regular, and started to walk away from him.
The guy in the jacket had picked the beer he wanted, and walked up to the bar as I was getting set to walk away. I start to move, and the guy just PUSHES me to the side on top of the regular. Just pushes me with his arm, as if he didn't see me there.
I'm a bit in shock-mean as people are, they're rarely THAT blantantly rude. All I managed was an incredulous "What am I, fucking invisible?" The guy in the jacket barely glanced at me at that.
I'm pissed. The regular tipped me some extra to make up for it, and the bartender raised her eyebrow at the motorcycle guy.
She asked him for I.D. He said he didn't have it on him. She told him to get lost :)
A little later on, a guy came in with two women. He went over to the pool table where one of the off-duty dancers boyfriends was playing, yelling something about two lesbians pickin' him up on the side of the road and bringing him in.
Whatever, dude.
So he wants to play pool with the dancers boyfriend (who we'll call A for the sake of conversation). A agrees, and they start to play.
It quickly becomes evident that the guy is drunk off his ass. A is a good player, and clears his balls pretty fast. The guy starts yelling at A (not angry-yell, but drunk-yell) about how he'd beat him. "I'll beat you AND ALL your friends!" drunk guy yells.
During the game, Drunk guy was also yelling that he was a 'dirty white boy'.
At this point, H, another dancer, came up and made a bet with me. "I bet you anything he'll call A the 'n' word."
Drunk guy ends up winning because A scratched on the 8 ball. Fine.
A is about tired of the drunk guy by then-drunk guy kept getting in his face, yelling, being disrespectful to the dancers, so on and so forth. So A and his girl go and sit down.
Right about then, the bartender throws drunk guy out. Drunk guy leaves.
Then drunk guy comes BACK in, runs up to A, gets right in his face, and yells about how A was the reason he got thrown out. Then he goes for A's face, and A just reaches out and two handed pushes him backwards. Drunk guy flies back and hits a barstool, breaking it, and splits his head open in the back. He just lays there, looking up at A with suprise and hurt.
The bouncer/bartender throws drunk guy out AGAIN.
I get up on stage. On my second song, the drunk guy comes back, AGAIN. He walked up to the bar and just sat down like nothing had happened.
The female bartender and all the dancers screamed for the bouncer. I got halfway offstage (just sort of crouched on the steps leading up to it), the bouncer came out at a dead run from the back where he was making some wings, and the drunk guy gets up and starts screaming 'NIGGER' at A and F (another dancer).
Upon hearing THIS, some of the girls started looking for empty beer bottles to whack him with. Before we can do that, the bouncer guy forcibly throws him out.
HE TRIED TO COME BACK AGAIN. Opens the door and starts screaming "FUCK ALL Y'ALL NIGGERS!"
So the police were finally called. He got carted off.
The last two customers were two older Asian guys.
They leered at me during my entire set, so I went to them for tips.
The first guy just had a soda and no money. I danced for him anyway, thinking it was just in his pocket, but he ignored me.
So I went to the second guy. Second guy pointed to the first guy, and said, "HE'S A HUSTLER!"
I glanced back at the first guy, then said to the second guy, "Nah, hustlers usually have money." First guy gets all offended (like I give a shit, he's not tipping me anyway), and second guy laughs.
Then second guy takes a dollar out to tip me with. Then he puts it in his mouth.
As per usual, I plucked it out of his mouth with my fingertips.
He got all worked up, and gestured to my tits. "No! Give back! You take with tits from my mouth!"
I shook my head and walked away. Throwing my arms up, I announced to the bouncer, "I'm done for the night! That's enough bullshit!"
And thanks-
Thanks A for not seriously beating the shit out of that drunk guy.
Thanks to the regular from the first story for being understanding.