.. no ... not a bar. It was more like a food table, because the glimmering sentient octopus looking guy behind the counter was handing out glowing sea...slugs. Some of them had large spikes, and as she watched, two dolphin looking aliens picked them up and slammed them, spike first, into the sides of their necks, before they went back to the dance floor. The dance was three dimensional and swirling, with aliens darting hither and thither and yon.The music was being provided by a DJ – another one. There were rows and rows of D VD’s and periodicals in the center with an assortment of blow up dolls, games and novelty items on either side. At the check out counter sat a short fairly young looking black girl, who wouldn’t take her eyes off me. It could be because I was the only customer there and they have to watch for shoplifters. Still it was a little creepy. As I browsed the magazines she finally spoke. ‘Hey there sugar! If you need any help you just bring your little ass over here and. I guess the champagne hits you pretty fast when you have zero meat on your bones. That wolfish grin of his was back. "I sent your limo home. You can ride with me."Ah, to have powerful friends. I followed along obediently, Nikki hanging on to me like her career depended on it. In the company of a writer and one of the most powerful producers on the planet, I was sure she would do anything we wanted to make sure she didn't miss this opportunity to get her break in Hollywood.We arrived at the. Sonic continued toswagger across the stage.//"Wanna make some noise, really raise my voice, yeah I wanna screamand shout~"//Sonic stopped, a playful smirk on his face as he shook his shoulders intime to the music, making his false chest jiggle. The crowd wooped indelight.//"No inhibitions, make no conditions, get a little outta line~"//Sonic was marching his way back and forth across the stage, making sureto show off his pantyhose-clad legs, letting them shine in thespotlight for the.