“Hey, how long have you worked here?” asked a well dressed man.

“I don’t work here,” Wayne responded. “I’m just waiting for some friends.”

“Oh, I thought you were a bouncer. I mean, you’re standing right in front of the stage. I thought maybe you were crowd control. Somebody has to keep these ruffians in check, right?”

“Me a bouncer?” Wayne laughed, turning away awkwardly. “Pshaw.”

At that moment, the sexiest woman Wayne had ever seen embraced him and whispered sweet nothings into his ear. “He wants to take you home,” she said. “You might want that. You might not. If you don’t want that, be creative.”

“I’m being hit on?” Wayne asked in a whisper.

“In one way or another,” she responded. “Your call.”

Wayne kissed the girl. And lost himself in the kiss. When he opened his eyes he was surprised to see his friend. “Enjoy that?” Lenny asked.

“Uh,” Wayne said. “Yeah.”

“Vernesto is gonna kill you.”

“Vernesto?”

“Yeah, you kissed his girlfriend in public. And she liked it. You’re a dead man.”