A double shot of bourbon neat with a Labatt’s chaser was Evan’s standard drink of choice at the Pussy Corps. He had placed his order with the waitress after taking his usual seat at a little two-seater table that was nicely tucked away in a dark corner near the far side of the stage opposite the entrance. He then looked over the room as he patiently waited for Misty to take to her performance. Not even 1 p.m. and the place already had nearly three dozen patrons. Most of them businessmen who were in their twenties and early thirties having stopped in on their lunch break to have a quick steak or partake in the twenty-five cent wing special the place had during lunch hours. Glasses of water stood before many of them. The more risky had a bottle of beer that they hoped they could sneak without their prick bosses ever finding out. It was a little taste of freedom before they had to schlep their sorry asses back to their pathetic jobs where they were wasting their lives in some cubical. A group of bikers several tables over from Evan were already making a ruckus by the time he walked into the place. To Evan, they looked already fairly lit up as if last night hadn’t yet ended for them. Their bloodshot, dilated eyes pierced the dimly lit room like they were beings from another planet having stopped in for a …show more content…
Placing the bottle back down upon the table, Evan then glanced fleetingly at the bikers. They had moved on to harassing a few of the girls who had already finished dancing and were now working the room. Lunch time didn’t draw in the crowds that the evenings did so the staff was always light during the day. With not enough girls to go around for all of them, the alpha males among the bikers had become forced to exert their dominance over the weaker ones if they had any hopes of getting a little action in the
the colony, and cannot be departed from without something more than a breach of good manners. (“Drinking Etiquette,” n.d.)
The parents played a major role in the deliquency of these young men, however they were not alone. The other students acceptance and adoration of the “jocks” behavior is as much to blame as anything else that led up to this behavior exhibited by the “jocks”. The “little mothers”( as they were referred as) were treated with disrespect and as sexual objects. They would repeatedly engage in acts of voyeurism. They would also willingly fellate any member of this group, and some would even go so far as “making a train” or other acts of group sex with “our guys”. Many of these girls were referred to as “trained seals” and were proud of their titles.(p. 147) There was never any complaints made and as the boys got older the more deviant they became.
Have you ever tried listening to everything going on at the same time at a fast food restaurant during the lunch time rush hour? Well, I did and I am going to share the results of my whirlwind encounter last week. Within my observation, I will go over the layout of the establishment in which my observation was conducted, as well as who came to the establishment, the conversations and the interactions that took place. I hope you enjoy my observation and respect my findings from this visit.
The mood was overwhelmingly reverent, and I couldn’t decide if it was more out of fear or genuine respect. Greetings were exchanged between regulars, cigarettes were smoked and crushed and smoked again, and a small box of cookies remained on the table, unopened. No one wanted cookies. Everyone wanted a drink.
Lila lay on her bed staring at the ceiling thinking over the events of the evening. The more she recalled, the more she was mortified for acting like a love sick, slobbering idiot in front of not only the most beautiful man she’d ever met, but he was her best friends cousin of all things! Lila groaned, burying her head into her pillow. She tried to console herself by thinking she would never see him again. She could avoid him by simply not going back there. It wouldn’t be too difficult to do. She would never have the guts to venture to a club like that on her own. This is exactly the reason that Rachael had taken her there. Lila was trying to convince herself he was charming to all the ladies. He worked at a night club. Of course he would
Once given the chance, he reached over to her drink, slipping in a fine powder he had crushed before hand, into her drink. Making sure she was still turned and the bartender wasn’t looking, he stirred her drink before returning to his own, taking a sip. Watching her through hooded eyes, a very slight grin turned on his lips as she took a few drinks of her alcoholic beverage. Now all he had to do was wait it out. Once she was droggy enough from the predator drug, he would take her away from the bar to a far off place that civilization didn’t know of. Most men would rape on this particular drug, but he had other plans, wanting to keep her asleep and droggy enough to ride the bike with a stranger as well as get her to the private place with ties to a chair before the drug wore off. Everette continued to watch her every move, not wanting to get her hurt from someone else's hands besides his
Natalie Sterling, a seventeen year old senior at Ross Academy had just won class president and beat her opponent Mike Domski. Mike was the kind of guy that Natalie and her best friend Autumn tried to stay away from. The girls at Ross Academy were known as demeaning and “boy crazy.” One day, during the pep rally a bunch of freshman dressed in trampy clothing and started to dance inappropriately. The leader’s name was Spencer a girl Natalie used to babysit for. The flirty freshman called themselves “Prostitutes” or Ross Academy prostitutes. Not only was Natalie embarrassed and angry by Spencers action but, she was disappointed. When the principal and Ms. Bee the student council head were talking to the girls punishments Natalie barged in. Natalie explained how she wanted to have a lock-in for all the girls in trouble and any others from school who wanted to come, about feminism and women's rights. Ms. Bee and Natalie agreed that it would be a good idea for
2. This main reason why the entrance to every Tim Horton's is more dangerous than parking in the middle of the highway. People rushing in from every direction to get their fix. This is the go to drink,
* The alcohol and drinks were purchased by insured and set up in barrels & on tables – guest were to help themselves. no bartenders
During the summer of 2015, Officer Onoja had an encounter with Mr. Young and other individuals drinking in a different alley (81:2-5, 14-15; 861611-13). When he approached the individuals, Mr. Young had a beer
The recreational time of middle class people was often spent at the theatres and museums. Now think of your favourite drink to have in public. Is it soda, a milkshake, juice? In addition, think of your a public place to drink. This is the idea of a tavern in the 19th century.
It is also assumed that the act of telling a story can provide insight into past, present and future events (Espinoza, 1997). By going through this process, individuals can find the importance of certain events and assign roles to people who are a part of their story. This act can allow a client to find new meaning and understanding to their reality (Espinoza, 1997). Not only is a
The air is filled with a sweet aroma as another female student walks by. The perfume is strong and people choke and turn their heads when she walks past them. The sound of noisy flip flops coming down the hallway alerts the boy and he rises to greet his friend. When standing, he is about six feet tall and seems to be well muscled. His friend was of much the same description, only the friend is slightly less muscled and his eyes are the color of the sky on a clear day. Girls leaning against the walls and sitting in the chairs in the hallway, stare at the two young men exiting the building in which they wait. The young men pay no attention and
In addition to dinner, the menu included an open bar. What originally started out to be an innocent and business appropriate function turned into a wild free-for-all that lasted into the late hours of the night, and behaviors erupted that should never occur in any business relationship. The following morning, a large percentage of those in attendance at the party were absent from work, and many of those who did show up were tardy and ill, incapable of performing their duties. Productivity was significantly decreased for the entire day, and for some, even into the following day. In light of that single event, the practice of “open bar” social gatherings between the financial office and the dealerships was abolished. It is not surprising to note that according to the United States Office of Personnel Management, the rate of absenteeism is estimated to be 4 to 8 times greater among alcoholics and alcohol abusers (L'Etoile, 2011) .
We then walked round and started making friends. The other patrons were a mixture of a few in the corner who seemed more stuck up and as though they were looking down their noses and us and the people in the middle of the dance floor who didn’t have a care in the world and were thoroughly enjoying a good old boogie to some 'RnB '. Overall, the venue itself looked rather tired and