Tough crowd

摘要

Mike in hand, Brian McKay was sweating profusely. His bow tie was unusually tight, his mouth dry and vision blurry. He blinked a couple of times, licked his lips and pulled an ace out of his sleeve:rn"So... Why did the Zeltarian Groon-beast cross the street?"rnThe bar was silent. Someone at the back coughed. This has got to work, Brian thought to himself.