"Mark please stop yelling! If the bouncers come in they..."

"They'll nothing!" Mark snapped. "They're scared shitless of me!"

Mark suddenly took a deep breath, and after letting it out, gave me that nasty smirk that several years ago I had learned was not entirely his.

"Well you know the old expression, if it walks, talks and quacks like a duck it must be a fucking duck right?"

Drunk and off his medication. How the hell was I going to get him out of here? Mark was a fight waiting to happen in this state, and in this club he could get in a lot of trouble. I suddenly remembered...