You know, the problem with these Earth gangsters or low-lives or whatever the hell they were? Apparently they didn't know how to handle themselves without a firearm or a blunt object or something. That was the only explanation Atton could come up with.

Well, that, or he was just that good.

He picked up Hey-Don't-I-Know-You-From-Somewhere's blaster - sorry, gun - checked the safety, then put under his belt. For now. Shouldn't have thrown his holster in with his jacket when he got changed... damn it.

He swiped his by-now half-empty whiskey bottle up off the floor before taking it to the kinda heavy-looking metal door at the end. What was that, the Earth equivalent of a digital lock?

... He was going to try knocking first. Sure, surprise entrances could really help a guy out, but with Sparkle space knows where, he wasn't taking any risks.