I started charmingly confounding a drunk rough-looking esthetician with my knowledge of waxing, microderms and acid peels. She told me she liked me, but not my attitude. As she reached over to pet my face an 80's version of Scott Glenn came by and slapped her ass. She giddily confided in me that he is in fact the 2nd Head Of Security for the club, and he likes her. I gave her two thumbs up and a snap.
Lucky for me I went with a date who kept me preoccupied all night or I would of undoubtedly made-out with Carson High's 2nd-string QB's slutty mom and needed Scott Glenn to protect me from his starting O-Line.