I, Rodrigo Lopez, watch as the dancers dance.
There are five dancers on various tables. They wear booty shorts and crop top shirts. I think they can really dance. They have moves so we all watch and clap our hands together.
I sip on a shot of tequila. I think about Romona, and I know she dances now, where ever she is at. We would laugh and dance. Just like these women who dance before the crowd here tonight.
I don’t think there’s anything wrong with a dance. Maybe it is magic. Some form of energy that we can only produce by our spirits, our energy. When the energies collide, that’s when the magic happens.
Sierra dances from the farthest table. She smiles at me, and I smile back at her.
I think tonight is perfect.
I also think it’s time for bed.
Goodnight, go-go dancers. Good night, fellow audience members. Good night, to all.