Greg rolled his eyes with a small laugh, giving as much of a shimmy as he could considering his compromised balance. "You're just imagining your Jules dressed like this, that's what it is,"
Still, the projection didn't seem to bother him. As they approached the bar, Greg decided to just pass up the line completely, and try his luck with the doorman; or rather, try Jack's luck with the doorman, figuring he could handle it himself.