There was a breakfast bar upstairs and a tight pants wearing, Latino-lover boy decided his turkey sausage biscuit was holding back the moves he was demonstrating infront of the ladies in the booth.
Security also told me that when the biscuit was first obtained in the hands of the trance-gone-wrong looking guy, he asked this big, burly bouncer (who was also eating a sausage biscuit), “you want to try mine & I try yours?” Just wrong timing, I hoped. America can be very homophobic and I was thinking he’s probably just really silly where he’s from. Silly and gay are confused a lot.
Here is where it (the sausage) ended up @ about 4am: