The men looked at each other and nodded. They took out their hand phasors and walked inside.
The two men entered the bar and stopped just inside the threshold. The place was crowded with big guys wearing motorcycle leathers, and rough looking women wearing pretty much the same. There was a bar on the left and a pool table in the center of the room. The band was located at the far end with a little dance floor before it. Booths ringed the place and tables were scattered about.
It didn't take long before the music stopped and everyone was silent, looking at the newcomers.
A man at the pool table, with his back to the door, was about to take a shot when everything went quiet. It took a few beats, but he noticed and turned to see what was going on.
"Hey," he laughed, "what have we got here? Tinker Bell and his friend Fairy?" Five other men surrounding the table snickered along with him.
John looked at Greyhawk. "You think he's referring to us?"