It was the kind of day when Doug Riche told himself he wasn't in Kansas any more... which was a relief as there wasn't that much in Kansas... except a whole lot of horny teenagers using the system as 'lovers lookout' and other naughty things...
Not that he minded. He shot the cuffs of his pin-stripe suit and walked into the bar, taking a stool and crossing his legs in such a way that his smashing shoes really could catch the eye, he ordered a scotch.