"Doesn't matter. You're with me, so these places are made for you." Simple enough. Barty leaned back, annoyed by the looks Bill was getting. Besides, it was way too noisy. "SHUT UP!"

The room fell silent immediately. Better. Barty looked around, considering. "You there. Get up."

A man, young man, a table over got up, a confused and freaked out look on his face.

"You are about my date's size. Strip."

While the man followed his order, he looked back at Bill and shrugged. "It can't hurt to dress the part. You can have his clothes."