Food & Drink
Tattooed Ladies' Night at Nightrocker Live
Published: June 5, 2013
Among the audience that night were artists, military men, heavy metal chicks, that guy who sells incense at clubs, and a cobbler named Garbage, but precious few women aside from those tapped to perform or support the evening’s entertainment. Everyone seemed about as respectful as you can be when you put such a testosterone-fueled crowd in a room with pasty-sporting boobies.
Not that the Femme Fatale women seemed to mind any offstage ogling. In fact, they happily posed for iPhone photos and acquiesced to some female-on-female drunken ass grabbing. Again, it’s hard to tell how much of that can be attributed to unbridled exhibitionism and how much to unbridled booze. By the time the Femme Fatales teetered off the stage after their last semi-chaotic group dance, I was paying my tab. There’s only so much fun this lady can handle on a Tuesday night.
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