He opened the door and led her out, ignoring the raised eyebrows of a few
who thought that perhaps time in the booth would have better spent on an
animal a bit more... sentient. Matt simplly smiled and moved along, the "St
Bernard" in tow. "No sense wasting time," he muttered," hoping they weren't
too late already. Moments later they were before the Tri-Cat.
The doors were shut, but not locked. The sign on the door said it was still
open. There was the customary bouncer type at the door, but nothing the the Doc
could not handle.
Matt nodded to the guy as he reached for the handle to the bar, his St Bernard
close beside him. "Place sounds quiet enough," he said to the bouncer. "I hate
those joints that are so loud I can't hear myself think."
(does the bouncer try and stop him from getting in?)
