By The Doorway

[Kenneth Ashland]

They all think I’m just some big dumb guy who’s only cut out for grunt work.

Fancy-ass yuppies.

They have it easy and they don’t even know it; buncha trust-fund babies. They’d probably shit themselves if they ever did a full days work that had them bringing home more calluses than stock options.

Not that this job is all that hard, I guess. I’ve had worse. Watching the door and escorting the occasional drunk guy out isn’t exactly brain surgery. I think maybe I’ve had one bruise the whole time I’ve been here. It’s not-

“Whoa, hold up. ID.”<br>
“Huh? Oh, yeah. Sorry bro. Here.”<br>
I’m not your ‘bro,’ ass-hat. Sure as hell, the only reason that chick is on your arm is that your wallet adds up to higher than your SATs.

“Thank you. Head on in.”<br>
Nice ass on her. Yeah, he’s either renting to impress, or fooling himself while she’s playing him. Pansy.

Christ.

I don’t even like martinis. Too froo-froo. It’s like some fancy French restaurant thing: they put slivers of food on your plate, all arranged like something out of the Guggenheim, then charge ya a week’s pay just for the privilege of looking at it before it’s gone in a bite. It’s-

Ah, lookee here. It’s Mr. Belligerent. A girl with him this time, even.

“Hey. Turn around. Yeah, you heard me: turn around.”<br>
“What the hell-“<br>
“You were told the last time that you’re not welcome here. So, do both of us a favor and turn around, and find another establishment.”<br>
“Man, this is bullsh-“ My finger pointing at him shuts him up quick.

“Not in front of the lady. Out.”<br>
Spoiled brat. Too bad. She looks like a nice girl. Wrong guy but, hey, you make your own choices. I hate being the bad guy, but that’s the job sometimes, I guess.

Hm. 10:30. Things should be picking up pretty quick.

“Hey. ID plea-“<br>
Shit. That guy.

“Oh, sorry. Didn’t see it was you there.” Man, this guy gives me the creeps. I could break his gimpy ass in half easy but, Christ, he tips me just for opening the door, and he’s just so…odd.

“Oh, that’s quite all right, Michael. As dim as it gets in here, and as many people that pass, I’m sure I’m not all that remarkable.”<br>
Still can’t tell if that Gomer accent is fake or not.

“Yeah, heh. It does get busy in here. Uh, I think…yeah. Your booth is clear for you.”<br>
He really plays up that limp; prolly that ‘harmless’ thing that helps with the chicks. He’s got some kinda deal going with that Bartender, Whatshisname. Probably just tips him more for handing drinks to chicks.

Wuss.

I mean…ah, shit. Did I say that out loud? Crap, he’s looking at me. Play it cool; you were just clearing your throat or someth-

“Michael, I was wondering. A…friend of mine might be opening a club soon. Something a bit…larger than this one. I don’t suppose you’d be interested in some extra work? Or, maybe know of others who would be?”<br>
“Um…yeah. I guess so. What sort of club-“<br>
“Oh, nothing definite yet. Still in the planning stages and all. I was just curious. It’s easier to know someone’s available before it comes down to the wire, right? I’ll keep you informed. Thank you, Michael.”<br>
Weird. Never thought there’d be an advantage to knowing that guy. Can’t get over how slimy he seems, though.

Eh. At least there might be some money in it. Then…hey now.

“Evenin’, ladies. Just need to see your IDs.” Flex the arms a bit. Ya never know.

[Regan Kelly]

Always nice to see a change in perspective on Ashland.

Good work.

[Justin]

It was a very nice read.

[Joseph Mayek]

Aye, I love when you throw these other perspectives into the mix. Bouncer was more amusing than the Bartender imo

[Clark Davis]

That was awesome.

[Webmonkey]

Could ya work in a little 'Hulk Smash' next time?

Good way to get around giving away too much of your character, heh heh...

And a tidy bit of scrum to eat too eh guvnah? Sauce-parilla.