The shadow-draped corner, stalled now by the guy with a similar hat who snaked into the bathroom and shut the door before I could react, now was teeming with seven hefty, imposing, unsmiling bouncers who knew only that their target of inflicted pain was a "dude in a hat" and there I stood. The long-haired narc grabbed my arm and whispered, "Get Out Of Here!" and I looked into his face with shock, followed by quick panicky comprehension. The bathroom door opened, dude's hat emerged preceeding his form, and I slipped carefully between the hulking forms of angry, violent men before the screams and meaty pounding sounds and the squirt of red, alcohol-thinned blood splashed. My cuz and my dumbass, blessed again.
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