Fifty Fifty Club

The Fifty-Fifty Club

Trashy.

From the cheap light fixtures that hang on by thin threads from the ceiling providing a decidedly bright purple and pink combination of neon illumination, this horribly sleazy club looks more as if it should be taking a page out of the stripper book of lustful locales than anything else. Cheap, square mini-tables are thrown around the entire area in a way that makes only a little bit of sense. Along the walls, though, there are broken down booths and cheap sofas to provide for more private meetings and lap dances. There's a huge stage, with a black and white curtain; the black side has the word 'Fifty' spray painted across it in white, while on the other side of the curtain break, the white side has the word 'Fifty' spray painted across it in black. The stage splits off into two adjacent sections, each of which has twin stripper poles just waiting to be used. And, nine times out of ten, they are being used. Shoved in a nook, to the left of the stage, is where the DJ booth is located. The Fifty-Fifty Club always provides loud, obnoxious music and delectable entertainment.

There's a long bar that sits to the right of the entrance. Cheap stools have been stationed in front of it, while behind the bar sits a huge mirror to provide the patrons with a way of watching the girls while they drown their sorrows in bottles of liquor. The entire staff of the Fifty-Fifty Club are in themed uniforms. The waitresses are drastically scantily clad, in black and white short-shorts and matching tube tops; an entire outfit that's designed to keep people here and spending their money. The bartender, though, is a thin rail of a man that completely looks like a pushover, though there's something in his eyes that may suggest otherwise. Creepy. Security is easy to spot, as they are the massive men that wander around the club, wearing tight shirts that say: 'SECURITY' across the back.

Overall, the Fifty-Fifty Club strives to provide a horribly trashy place to get wasted and waste money. Hope you brought singles.

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The Fifty/Fifty Club

Classy.

From the expensive chandeliers that drift below the ceiling on golden branches bathing the room in a bright white light of illumination, this terrifically respectable club looks more as if it should be providing a stairway to crooning heaven than anything else. Finely carved, round tables are draped in stark white table cloths and placed around the perimeter of a large wooden floor that's just perfect for dancing. The tables all provide ample seating and each comes with its own candle to burn for ambience purposes. Along the walls are booths that look as though they can be reserved and used for larger parties and more glorified and specialty service. There's a large stage with an extension towards the dance floor and a large red curtain; a stylized spotlight seems to always be aimed on the curtain when closed providing a well lit backdrop for the words 'Fifty/Fifty'. The extension that leads to the dance floor has small steps that allow the performer to leave the stage at various spots. There's a huge piano, often being played, off to one side of the main stage while an always present house band is located on the other side of that same main stage. The Fifty/Fifty Club always provides that beloved big band sound to croon and swing to with some of the greatest names in live entertainment.

There's a long bar that sits to the left of the entrance. White stools with golden legs have been placed along the bar. Behind the bar is the finest in glassware and the most expensive in alcoholic beverages; the finest in wines and spirits that could be offered to the pleasant patrons of the Fifty/Fifty Club. The entire staff of the Fifty/Fifty Club are dressed to the nines in the most stylish of wait-staffing apparel. The uniform is decidedly unisex, featuring black pants and a white button down shirt with a black and white bow-tie  and matching shoes. They also wear a black and white aprons with the 'Fifty/Fifty' logo on the front of them. Multiple bartenders are clothed in the same attire as the waitstaff, though they lack the aprons. Security is equally easy to identify due to the black suits and ear pieces. They all look as though they are ready to take care of any threats quickly and quietly.

Overall, the Fifty/Fifty Club strives to provide a fantastically classy place to wine and dine. Stay for a while.

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Half Way

Perhaps the most dominating part of this particular room is not the large size of which the room is composed. It is the huge green and black Yin/Yang symbol that is painted in the center of the wall directly opposite of the entrance. It is this huge symbol that sparks the beginning of the two sided room. Directly beneath the Yin/Yang symbol is a sofa that sports a two-tone style. One side of the sofa is a burnt red color with a classy brown pillow, while the other is a stark purple with a trashy dark purple pillow.

One side is illuminated brightly, with lights and lamps that look as if they belong in an office or worthy establishment. It's a huge space that has been neatly decorated and painted with soft, bright colors ranging from turquoise to lighter blues. The hardwood floors on this side have been left alone, looking shiny and pristine. There is not a single thing out of place on this side of the room, which has sections for work, play and sleep all notoriously well kept and perfect. There's a desk that sits in the middle of this side of the room with a nameplate on it that reads: Harvey Dent.

The other side of the room is dimly lit, only a handful of low wattage lights providing any sort of light for this side. Horrendously wild and unkept, this side of the room always look as if a tornado is running through it. The walls and floors have been painted a twisted combination of purples and blacks, dark colors mixing together horribly well and not matching at all at the same time. The side seems to be designed for play, play and more play. Something has been graffiti'd across the wall on this side promoting the darker side of things: Two-Face.

Choose Your Fate.