Dancing on the bar

Nate smiled. "On Thursday, this place kinda turned into one of those dive bars where --" he paused. "Nah, never mind. I don't want you think I'm trying anything."

"Trying what?" asked Abbie.

"It's kind of a dirty story. You're nice, you're new here, and I don't know you."

"Do you think I don't like dirty stories?"

Nate laughed. "Okay, good point. Do you want to hear a dirty story, Abbie?"

She smiled. "Of course I do."

Nate took a breath. "Well, back in the day, some of the Ladies Nights would turn into the kind of night where Ladies would egg each other on about who could, you know, go further."

Abbie shook her head. "If this is a dirty story, then you and I read different books."

Nate laughed harder. "You're funny, Abbie. Damn. What I mean is, women would come in here all flirty and try to one-up each other on who could behave more, I don't know, publicly sexual."

Abbie nodded. "Ah, gotcha. Like, one would ... and then the other ..." She stopped. "Nope, still don't really get it."

Nate looked at her. "Okay, it's like women who want to kind of show off their bodies and stuff. Taking off their tops. Dancing on the bar. Leaving their bras here as souvenirs. Shit like that." He gestured up. Abbie hadn't noticed it before, but there were a bunch of bras hanging from the ceiling."

"Whoa! Where did those come from!"

"Ladies Night." Nate smiled. "You want to join the club?" He laughed and went to polish some glasses.

"Yeah, sure. I'd love to join the club."

Nate turned back. "Wait, what?"

"I don't really know what it takes, but you invite me to a club and I say yes! Let's go!"