Carlos and Charlie's

After a super fun boat party, everyone decided to stop by Carlos and Charlie's, a bar-restaurant next to the docks. Everything around the lake is expensive, and mostly targeted for wealthy people, and this place was cheesy and trashy enough for any rich texan's taste: drunk frats, silicon boobed overly tanned girls and terrible music. I don't care if many people associate the ghetto with where the poor mexican or black people live (which are quite safe actually), the most dangerous place in the city is where the rich drunk texans gather after riding their boats.
As I was walking to get my car, some very sketchy dude was totally checking it out as if ready to steal it. When he saw us, he got very nervous, walked towards a dark area in the parking lot, and after some time, walked in some other direction and left. It was quite obvious to everyone that he was after my car.
In the bar itself, drunk frats were fighting. I think they were just horsing around, but that didn't keep 'em from pushing people around. Assholes.
Some drunk dude that wouldn't shut up about going to a strip joint after there, stole a tip jar. Very quickly stole the tip from another one. Being super greedy, instead of leaving, he went for a third jar, where he was caught by the bouncers. "I swear to it wasn't me! This dude gave me the jar and ran away, and I thought he worked here and it was a present." he told the Sheriff. The Sheriff just stood there ignoring everything he said, and then escorted him to what I guess was the jail.