Its never to early in Vegas for a drink. You wander across the street to Rum Runners. Much to your disappointment the joint is pretty dead. A couple of old folks pulling slots, a mustachioed bartender and some dancing girl in the back. You amble up to the bar and order a Harvey Wallbanger. The bored stripper is twirling absentmindedly around a pole. You might as well sample the wares… so you wander over and sit down. The song suddenly changes to one of your songs, Mustache Fuss. The DJ musta recognized ya. You look around but you don’t see a DJ.
“Whats with the music?” you ask the stripper.
“Oh the jukebox has got a mind of its own,” she sighs, “Wanna Dance?” she smiles, nodding towards some red curtains in the back. She’s surprisingly cute and young especially for such an off the strip, dive. The whole vibe seems a little bit odd.
Do you and head to a private room
or
Do you politely decline and
