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."
"I know what you mean, Friend. However, you can't go in there. Privite party
tonight." the Bouncer says as he puts his hand on the Doc's shoulder. Not
forcefully, but frim enough halt forward progress...
"Oh, I know," Matt told him, pulling open his jacket and reaching inside. "I have
my invitation right here." He pulled the blaster and kept it close to himself, but
clearly pointing at the bouncer's face. "After you," he said, opening the door and
gesturing inside.
(eh?)
