“Is that so?” Johnny replied. “If I recall, you just messed up one fine ass dream with your god damn pounding on my door. And if I remember righ...t, the old lady 3 doors down was standing in the hall watching you, she probably was woken up out of a sweet ass dream too. Did you ever think about that? No, so shut your trap and drink this you tard.” Johnny said as he pushed the shot glass across the counter. “Yeah, I get a lot of pussy but you know I don’t fucking rub it in your face like you did. There were small tables scattered around the mostly open floor. Along the left hand wall were a series of low couches, each with a small cushioned bench in front of it. That half of the back wall gave way to a VIP area roughly one third the size of the main area. The right half of the wall held several doors. The main area was dominated by three stages. The central one was a long runway reaching about halfway to the front wall. The others were round and unconnected to the walls. Each stage had. ’ They shook hands, and Baxter offered his name. ‘Mr. Bennington,’ said Julius apologetically. ‘We may have to put you up for the weekend, the gate’s already down, you see.’ Baxter was unimpressed. ‘I have work to do in France in a few hours. We’d appreciate it if you could let us out before you lock up.’ ‘It’s not that kind of gate,’ said Julius, still apologizing. ‘The gate lowered at sundown just a few minutes ago, probably right behind you as you drove in. It won’t go up again until sunrise. Sure? Let's go." Sidney replied. Tony nodded and they both got up and headed inside of his house.As Sidney walked behind Tony into his house, she got a bad case of the chills. She wasn't sure if it was just the AC or how weird Tony was acting.He opened up his basement door and started down the steps, motioning for Sidney to follow him.She reluctantly followed him down into the dark basement, where she could hear the whir of the AC and all of the pipes from the house. There was a single bare.