A shout cuts through the music as half-naked women scatter, and my eyes dart to Mike the bouncer, who’s pulling some guy out of his chair. Probably touched the girl dancing for him—big mistake. Clancy watches Mike handle the situation. He doesn’t need to intervene; Mike’s already pushing the guy toward the side door, expecting the break bar to spring the door open. Instead, Mike slams into him from behind, and I hear the guy’s loud ugh over the music. I cringe because that must’ve hurt like a mother. Mike’s a big guy, and I mean really big. He’s got a good run on the last guy I dated, was engaged to, who left me, motherfucker.