Button's Manehatten Minute

Strip Club

Button made his way down the street, biting into his lip as he got closer to one building in particular. On the outside, a quick glance would make you think that it was just a bar. It had neon, a sign with some crude, but welcoming, symbol, and drunk stallions could be seen leaving it.

If you looked closer though, you could see the tell tale signs. The neon wasn’t just to say it was open, or in the shape of a beer. Instead, it was wired so that it was of a mare spinning around her poll. Not only that, but the posters on the outside were similar, showing off different sorts of mares, all scantily clad of course.

He tapped on his slacks as he stared at the front. He could hear the music from within, top 20 pop radio, which Button could approve of. In fact, the catchy tones had led to him and his mom singing along with it most of the way to Manehatten. He could also see tables set up around the place, and some of the stallions just talking to each other.

With enough re-assurance that he wasn’t about to be bombarded by only tits and asses, he stepped into the club. The bouncer at the front, a massive minotaur lowered his sunglasses, before holding out his hand. For a few moment, Button frowned, trying to understand what it was for, before remembering that anypony younger than him wouldn’t have been allowed in.

He fumbled for his wallet as two mares in the back looked across the room. The one on the left, a stocky, overweight woman smiled widely at the nervous mannerisms. While most mares saw very few innocent colts like Button, the older, white pegasus found them as a normal occurrence. A real shame, she thought, with her name. “Oh, he looks so cute! And I think I’ve even heard my little Pinkie talk about a colt like him.”

The other mare, a particular gray thestral, smiled from within her cloak. Priscilla of course was supposed to be back at the circus, but she had decided to see old friends, and she had hoped Button might follow her here. Though, of course, he doubted that it was him actually following her.

She crossed her arms underneath her chest, which was one of the few things her and the strip club owner had in common. “Oh? And what does your granddaughter have to say about him?”

The white pegasus looked through her bouncy, yellow mane as she raised an eyebrow. “And ruin my namesake? Never!”

Priscilla pretended to huff, even going so far as to throw her arms down to her sides, but she honestly loved the banter. It was one of the reasons why she enjoyed coming to Manehatten with her troop so often. “Surprise, I want to know who I’ll be letting wander around my circus, so please, indulge me in a small spoiler.”

Surprise glanced at her counter point, before shrugging. She knew that Priscilla would have her fun with him, no matter what she was told, so there was no real point in denying her. “Well, he is cute, can be a touch shy, and a true knight, just like one of his rpgs. Add to that thumbs that can handle any joystick, and you have any of my girl’s greatest dreams.”

Priscilla raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Do you plan to give him some ‘extra entertainment’?”

Surprise shrugged. “Perhaps if I get the right opportunity.”

“Hmm, I do suppose you’re right. Where do you think he’ll sit though?”

“Well, I know where I want him to, but, it’s really all up to him.”

And Button kind of wished someone could have decided for him as he stood at the edge of the club floor. He could either crowd around the stage like the other guys, and watch the main event, go into one of the booths, where he might get some privacy, though that went for the dancer too, or he could simply go to the bar. There he could maybe try a bit of alcohol to try to calm his nerves.

Only choice now was which.

Stage

Bar

Booth