"Yeah I'm fine, can I buy three MDMA?" says the drunk, holding out $20.
"I think you're in the wrong bar buddy, time to go" says the bartender, who flagged down Andrew, who walked the guy out.
The guy went out easy enough. But then he tried to come back in.
"I've got a stamp!" he protested when we stopped him at the door.
"Sorry, you're done for the night" I said and he staggered away.
Later he ambled up again, this time, hiding behind 2 other patrons who were entering. He almost got away with it too. Except that instead of being invisible he was wearing a day glow orange hoodie and was right in front of me. I stopped him again and gave him a gentle push in the opposite direction.
He held his arm up again showing me his stamp. I shook my head and he went back to his friends to regroup. He must of thought we couldn't hear him on the other side of the velvet rope that divided us because he was saying some fairly unpleasant things about us.
He made one more desperate attempt to get in and we gently shoved him off again. He shuffled off into the night.
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