He was still leaning on me while I considered my options, at a loss for words for once in my life. I considered punching him in the face, but I had to find Rowena and couldn't risk being thrown out. "What's a nice girl like you doing all alone in a dump like this?" He turned to the bartender. I hadn't even drunk half of the beer when a short, dumpy guy wearing a red velvet-covered cowboy hat sidled up and rubbed shoulders with me. I slid my ass onto a black Naugahyde barstool and ordered a beer and a shot of bourbon. Ultra violet lights lit the stages with a purple glow. Mirrors lined the walls of the interior of the club, which was dark inside, with black ceilings. This was the kind of place I would have really liked to have it on me, but rules are rules and there was nothing I could do to change them. I had anticipated that and had left my gun in the truck, under the seat. I had to pay a fifty buck cover charge at the entrance to the club and the bouncers checked me for weapons.
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