"I tell you Hank, if there's a mechanical bull in the county I can ride it," Art said, running his hand over the stubble of his newly shorn hair. He pulled his grimy cowboy hat back on and tipped the brim at a passing lady.
"You don't understand Art, it's not a mechanical bull, this is not that type of a club anymore," Hank replied shuffling through his wallet to pay the cover charge for the two of them. "It's under new management with a complete new clientele."
"Damn it Hank, it still says Gilley's in red neon and if it's Gilley's there's got to be bull riding," he replied looking around for the men's room. "Look I got to drain the lizard here, you seen a men's room?"
"Back there in the corner, that little door there."
"Damn, back there? Hell the ladies room is just right there, looking pretty nice and they got the men's room tucked back by some stock room."
"I tell you Art, this is not that kind of place anymore," Hank replied, nodding at a pair of women who had been giving him and Art the evil eye since they stepped in. Sitting down at a bar stool, he watched Art saunter towards the men's room acting as if every woman in the place was looking at him. Well they were looking at him but not in the way he thought.
"Two Miller Lights," Hank said to the bartender, but when the crew cut woman merely shook her head he amended his order, "Okay, whatever beer you have."
"Two Pauly Girls coming up," she replied with a sadistic grin.
Hank nodded and then said to Art, who was just settling onto the barstool next to him, "I got you a beer coming."
"Good, I need one. You know they only got one urinal there. I remember the old Gilley's, they had them up one wall and down another."
"It's like I keep telling you Art, the place has changed. It's not even Gilley's anymore, it's Tilley's."
"Well the sign sure looked the same to me," Art complained.
"That's part of the gag here. The point is, this place is about as different from Gilley's as you can get."
"Look the only reason I made you take me here is the bull riding contest. Looking around I don't see a single cowboy and hell, no woman's gonna out ride me."
"I'm not so sure about that Art. That is a sybian device of some sort "
"I don't care what country it's from, I can ride it. I mean look at me man, I'm six foot two inches tall, I work out, got muscles and a six pack stomach, and I have the perfect line for a bull rider. Hell, and after I win the contest, I'm gonna pick me out one of them fillies there and take her for the ride of her life," Art said, nodding his head toward two woman sitting at a table together.
"Look Art, I don't think those girls are going to be interested in you. In fact I think they are together."
"Hell, that's no big deal, one for you and one for me. And if you're not game, hell then both for me, I've done that before," Art replied, taking a sip from his beer. "Hey what kind of foreign shit is this," he exclaimed.
"They were out of Miller Light, just drink it. And your ladies over there, I think they are a couple."