Why do we do this to ourselves?

What awful turn of events led to us going out on a Tuesday?
We’re usually quick to say when things suck, but this was Tuesday, Fat as it was, and we knew nobody was going to be out. So we went to Energy, which was busier than expected; there were even drunk bitches with beads fussing about.

Before we skipped down to the bar (where we were shocked to find even less people), two of them asked us to show them our tits, to which we happily obliged. They got a little prudish when we tried to trade the beads back though. How far we still have to go…