Look, man, all I wanna do is dance.
Gonna need to see I.D.
I left my wallet at home. I had to rush to change to meet my lady.
That don’t mean a thing.
Okay, look. I’ll make it up to you, somehow. Can I just check to see if she’s in there yet?
You can call her.
If I forgot my wallet, what makes you think I didn’t forget my phone?
Never gonna get anywhere with that attitude.
You’re right. Sorry.
Can I come in now?
Absolutely not without I.D.
Jesus, man I’m 28!
Take it as a compliment.
You’re gonna give me an ulcer, here. This is my gal’s favorite night of the month. She loves soul!
What if I slipped you a 20?
Where’s your money?
I’m speaking hypothetically.
So am I.
…I found it in my pants pocket on the way over.
Too bad you didn’t leave a spare I.D. In there.
When’s your next open mic? I’d love to attend.
Every Thursday at eight.
Damn. Guess I missed it.
Well, it appears we’re at a standoff.
Except you don’t have a gun.
Oh, Jesus you know what?
Hey! I thought you were already inside!
No, I got a little held up at work. Plus I had to stop by your place and pick up my shoes. Oh, you forgot your wallet on the desk.
Oh, thank you! I was worried I wasn’t going to get in. Here, read it and weep, pal!
No need. I remember you from last time you guys were here.
Come on, honey!
Enjoy your night, you two.
Thursdays at eight!