Bouncing Back

I was just inside the door of the Last Call Saloon when I saw a scuffle near the stage. Three large bouncers muscled through the crowd and emerged holding a very thin gent, high in the air, as if floating above. He had a “help me” look, in his eyes, as he was launched out the door.. At that point, a woman screamed, “That’s not the guy!” The 3 bouncers pushed back toward the stage, and returned this time carrying a much larger fellow, whose crazed-look left little doubt.. he was “the guy.” The dazed, thin gent wandered back in and out, several times, expecting something to happen, but the bouncers averted their eyes, pretending they couldn’t see him..