"Well alright then," the bouncer said. He wasn't about to start a fight with a girl anyway, and there was something about her stare that made him uneasy. Besides, she was a looker. The boys upstairs were far more likely to thank him than to scold him.<br/>As Gina entered, she saw a short, dimly lit and heavily littered corridor leading up to and old and rusty freight elevator. The whole place smelled of piss and stale beer.