Stop listening and get over there, stupid!

You end the call and jump out of bed. Throwing on your clothes and shoes, you slide open your bedroom window and climb out onto a nearby tree.

You're able to get a cab, but after paying the fare you don't have much cash left for the strip club.

That is if you can even get in.

A bright neon sign over the club entrance declares "POLESWINGERS" in lurid purple and blue. A neon stripper with a huge boner flickers back and forth between two provocative poses.

The bouncer out in front looks like he means business. Even as you stand there, you watch him grab a troublemaker by the collar and toss him into the street.

The drunken man lands and splayed out on the asphalt.

Something clatters at your feet. It's the drunk's driver's license!