Broke and Thirsty

"I said fuck off...!"

Travis shouted at the bouncer who was blocking his entrance into the club.  

"No Trav, I've given you too many free passes.  If you don't have the money for the cover I can't let you in and don't pull any of the teleporting crap around here, we know what to do with you."

Travis sighed deeply and disgustedly threw his hands toward the ground.  He waddled away from the club entrance and looked for bar he could get into without dealing with bouncers.  Travis was clean this night, he had left his trench coat in his house over in Philly and was wearing a nice red collar shirt.  He had showered within the last 24 hours and his jeans didn't have weird mystery stains that were usually either blood or alcohol.  Travis slumped around Los Angles looking for a place to get a drink, but after searching for about fifteen minutes and finding every location to have bouncers who knew about him, he gave up.  He turned into a nearby alley way and took a cigarette box out of his pocket.  Opening up the box, he took one out, stuck it in his mouth and lit it.

Travis thought about going to a different city to try and get a drink there, but he couldn't think of one he didn't have a reputation of being a bad creditor. Chilling in the alley, back up against the side of a building he took a deep breath of nicotine in and exhaled,

"Damn"

Travis muttered, taking the cigarette away from his mouth,
"I need money"