Ain't No Jazz in Kansas City

It was the beginning of the 1980s and he had the perfect part-time job. As a doorman, Corey Edwards could drink, hit on women and listen to music, some very good, others tolerable, all the while getting paid a few bucks with a free taste for whatever drug going around as a bonus from friendly patrons of the Repartee.

But when economics force club owner Mike Smith to let a drug dealer in as a partner, paranoia starts to set in. Suspicion falls on Corey affecting his relationship with Carolyn, his roommate Pinky and drawing the interest of the cops. Somebody is going to get hurt. Lurking in the background is no-nonsense enforcer Marcus.