The bartender, a skinny Asian man who reminds Eric of a weasel, glares at him.<br/><br/>"Excuse please, mister, but we closed!"<br/><br/>The man's accent is suddenly so thick it could be cut with a putty knife...and had Eric not just overheard these two discussing matters in plain old American, it would even be convincing.  The walking chunk of wall turns to face him as well as the bartender cautiously moves closer.<br/><br/>"What you want?  Club closed.  Bar closed too."