Go to the club

The Patriot walked into a club where people were dancing. Not really a master of disguise, it was the first time he felt underdressed. People were dressed in all sorts of fetish and role-play gear. Other people had T-shirts with wild sayings and several piercings.

“Wha'choo doin' here old man,” an angry voice said.

Slowly turning around, the Patriot saw a brick wall of a man, who towered over the Patriot by a good 5 inches. Known as Slater, he wore a vest that showed off his heavily-tattooed arms. His hair was spiky. A busty girl named Candy with dyed black hair was wrapped around his arm. She was clad in the attire of a Gothic schoolgirl.

“Not looking for a fight, pal, just came for some info” Patriot said. Holding up his hands in a non-threatening gesture, he hoped Slater would understand.

4 more thugs strolled up to stand by Slater. All of them looked like Mad Gears, or extras from "The Warriors".

“The only info yer gettin is how many teeth you're gonna lose,” Slater remarked. He picked up a Louisville Slugger leaning next to his chair.

“Yeah, smash him!” one of his cohorts yelled.

“Ease off, kid, no need for ****,” Patriot said.

“Well then, beat it, narc,” he said. His boys laughed at this comment.

“Or there's going to be a hell of a lot of trouble,” Slater added.