The bouncer outside the tavern thrust out one hand and pointed to the sign above the door.
“Sorry, no wizards.”
“But I’m not a wizard!” The prospective patron protested.
The bouncer took in the figure from his pointed boots and bushy beard to his equally pointy boots.
“But you’re dressed like one.”
“Is it a crime to be fashionable? I swear I’m not a wizard.”
“Sign’s there for a reason,” the bouncer said, but his heart wasn’t in it.
The sorcerer pushed his way inside and vanished in a puff of smoke.
“Not a wizard,” the ex-barbarian snorted. “Sure, buddy.”

I’ll be reading and signing copies of The Mountain’s Shadow at Pulp716 in North Tonawanda, on Saturday, July 1st! Come say ‘Hello!’