You pulled in front of a large silver building with glowing neon blue and pink lights overhead. Across from a flashing martini glass was the name written in bold brilliant lights: Last Stop City. It seemed a bit cheesy, but it did manage to grab your attention as you were cruising down the street so you decided to pull off to the side and check it out.
You checked to make sure you had your wallet and keys, then hopped out of your ride to go talk to the guy out front in sunglasses and a monkey suit. "Hey pal, can I go in?" you ask as he grumbles and looks you over. You slip him a hundred dollar bill and he smiles as he opens the door for you. "Go right ahead kid, the bar's in back and the VIP lounge is on the top floor, talk to the bartender if you're interested."
You give him a nod as you disappear down the narrow hallway that curved around into the main room. You couldn't even see the dance floor and the music and lights were already hitting you pretty hard. "Sounds like this'll be my kind of place." you muse as you pass a woman in a miniskirt with glowstick armbands.
The dance floor unfolds in front of you as a DJ off to the side kicks out a fresh jam. In the back past a crowd of dancing couples you could see a large bar lit up with a back shelf well-stocked with an assortment of bottles big, small and everything in between. Finally, on either side of the dance floor were glowing tables under glowing florescent lights. What do you do?
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