> 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.
>
They enter the establishment, causing just a little bit of comotion as those inside
were a bit startled. Except for the guy at the bar drinking...
Matt could see two pairs of feet sticking out behind the bar, but sould not see who
they were attached to. He also saw that he, and his living shield, had a few weapons
trained on him.
After the initial shock wore off...
"Who the hell are you and what do you want?" came an angry welcome from on of
those in the bar.
{thoughts}
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