Charlie Ross was bored; he was bored of going out to clubs every night, heading out to the local boozer to drown out his pitiful life. He was tired; his life could be summed up into a few meaningless nights and the hangover afterward. Charlie wasn’t an alcoholic by any means though, he just needed something to keep him going and that warm dazed feeling of whiskey was all he had right now. Once he thought he was meant for something, he used to be writer before he got his heartbroken. That’s how these stories always seem to come about, a broken heart. She was average at best but she was his, little did he know he shared her with about 13 other guys. She told him he was useless, that he was nothing, told him that he couldn’t write, (even though her idea of heavy reading was this month’s Cosmo) that she never loved him and she was leaving him. Charlie had moved to the city for her, he had nothing after she left. So now he went to work at a shop and spent the time he used to use working on his novel, smoking Newports and drinking whatever they put in his cup. The doormen knew him by face at all the clubs, pubs, and boozers, some people would strive for that sort of recognition, but not in this context, never in this context. They pitied him, they were the closest thing to friends he had, calling him a cab after he got a little to tipsy to handle the sidewalk himself. Charlie was tired, tired of the same routine and tired of the same blasting techno noise, old men telling him how he should live his life, and the girls, so idiotic, so desperate for any sort of affection, so much like her, chatting him up at the bar. He knew he needed to change or at least find a new scene to keep up with the same routines. It was these needs that lead him to The Black Cat Club.
It was a Friday night when Mr. Ross was walking the downtown strip’s back alleys with no real direction or purpose other than to avoid the already punch-drunk crowds and obnoxious party goers on the main street. He was passing by rusted fire-escapes and graffiti stained walls when a door swung open almost hitting him in the process less than a foot in front of him. A figure stuck its head out.
“Nope wrong door.” Giggled the figure which Charlie now saw was a man wearing a blue suit, glasses and a tie, around his head, holding what looked to be a fruity yellow drink with an umbrella in it.
“Mate!” the man saw him. “Mate, this is the wrong door isn’t it?”
“I wouldn’t know.” Charlie said amused by the obvious intoxication of the man
The man squinted his eyes examining him then opened them as though realizing a great truth. “Right! You wouldn’t would you?! “But let me ask you…” he said lowering his voice.
“Yes?”
“How do you feel about pears?” the man whispered
“umm, I’m not too fond of them to be honest.” he whispered back
“Brilliant! Fantastic! Molto bene! Let me buy you a Drink!” the figure yelled as he pulled Mr. Ross  through the graffiti covered door, through into a dimly lit hallway into a large room where the mysterious man promptly sat him down on a seat at the bar. “Bar keep, A banana Daiquiri for my friend who dislikes pears!”
“Actually I’m fine with just a coke.”
“Nonsense James here makes the best Banana daiquiris this side, well this side everything, almost as good as mine!”
A large man with black hair that had peculiar white stripes over his temples pulled back into a long ponytail, set down a dark soda in front of him.
“Don’t blame you for not wanting the daiquiri.” The man who Charlie assumed was James said and went back to cleaning glasses.  Charlie looked over to the strange suited man contently sipping his drink.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been here before - this a new club?”
“Oh no, the Black Cat Club is old probably older than your world” the stranger took a sip. “Of course it really depends on where you are from and honestly with perspective altercations one year in one world could be less then a minute in another, quantum physics makes birthdays a real hassle.”
“Right,” Charlie was starting to get the feeling the man was wildly insane. “What did you say your name was?”
“Oh I’m-“
“DOCTOR!” A blonde woman burst through a door behind them.
“Who?”
“Me” the stranger said
“Oh, you’re a doctor?”
“Of many things”
The blonde woman almost picked up the doctor from his seat, dragging him away from the bar and through the door saying something about hooligans getting into her stuff.
James turned around to look at Charlie.
“Strange character”
“You could say that again” Charlie said more in to his glass than anything.
“heh, you  should see him when he’s not sober.”
Charlie almost spit out his drink. “That was him sober?!  What’s the deal with that guy, is he you know…safe to be in public.”
“Oh yeah, most definitely he’s just a little eccentric.”
“Yeah I kind of figured after the whole older than the world thing” Charlie laughed.
“He maybe a little eccentric but the guy never lies.”
“You’re kidding me, whatever man.”
“It’s almost rush hour here, just watch, you’ll see.”
So he waited and watched. He saw people coming in every now and then, through various doors and hallways. There was a party that looked as if they came straight out of the 1900’s and a guy who had bight blue hair and his skin was tinged grey. Some people who came in spoke in unusual accents and some came in who didn’t look like people at all. One man was very short and so tan it could only be described as golden; another man looked as though he was stretched out of proportion and had translucent skin. A group of girls that look normal enough he overheard talking about “the elected Queen of the New Americas.” Another group he heard talking about the Guinea invasion of Russia. When James came back to refill his drink Charlie only had one thing to say.
“What did you put in my drink?!”
“Haha, nothing, this is tame for the Friday night crowd, just wait a few hours.”
“Where am I?”
“The Black Cat Club below the Fedora bar.”
“Yeah but where is that?!”
“It really depends on where you came from.”
“No really what did you put in my drink?
“JAMES!” A man with aviator goggles and rather pointed ears leaned over the bar. “I HAVE to talk to you!”
“I’ll get someone to explain to you.” James said to Charlie, “Hey RENA… YEAH!” Charlie saw a girl’s head pick up from across the room in a booth surrounded with a few rather tough looking individuals. James motioned for the girl to come over.
“Yeah?”
“Hey Robin needs to talk with me. We have a new guy here, I was wondering if you could explain the place to `em.
“Only if you give me free fries.”
“Deal, but don’t tell Nat.” he said after an obvious internal struggle. James then went off to find the pointy eared man. Rena sipped the drink she brought with her. “So what did you want to know?”
“Where the heck am I?! And don’t say the black cat club.”
“Okay you are in a bar that connects multiple worlds, dimensions, universes, how ever you want to word it.” She said as though it was the most obvious think in the world.
“That’s impossible.”
“Not really, you’re from earth zeta-PR yeah?”
“wha-“
“The green graffiti door.”
“Oh… yeah?”
“Okay that makes sense then. You see in a lot of places there is this thing called the muli-verse theory. Not very many places have confirmed it yet, like your world, and in some places even thinking about it is considered heresy but here we are, living the proof. The funny thing is even though were here, nobody really knows the mechanics of it. In your world I believe William James coined the term, but that’s not really important right now. Are you still with me?
“Yeah.”
“Sorry you had a glazed, never mind. Okay, so what people think…” she grabbed a handful of coasters and stacked them vertically. “…Is that each universe is stacked on top of each other and let’s say that the top coaster is the universe you live in okay. The ones below it are similar but have physical differences, like green grass is now purple, orange skies are now blue, scale is different height, width, length, and time are a different rate and such. There are more particles in one than the other that sort of stuff. This is called bubble theory developed by… Andre Linde in your world. What we have come to understand is that these are like the parent dimensions. Each of these divides, I like to think of it like a cell, with every quantum possibility. You choose what to have for breakfast, little worlds splinter off for every possibility you could possibly make. Anything that could happen does in one of these universes and then from those universes any choice made splinters off into new ones and so on and so on. You have to keep in mind that it’s doesn’t just continually grow a lot of time worlds and universes die, end, collapse upon them selves. Universes collapse and are created pretty fast.
“How do universes die?”
“I don’t really know sometimes it just burns out or sometimes they just blow themselves up, A black hole just swallows it up and eats it self.”
“How do you know this?”
“I’m going to school for Quantum Multi-mechanical physics.”
“You honestly expect me to believe this.”
“No, but it’s the truth whether you believe me or not. If you don’t like it you can just head home and act like this never happened, just head back through the door that you first came through and you’ll be back, time will probably have passed but hey that would have happened anyway right.” She gave a wink and headed back to her table.
He finished his drink in silence, thinking about everything the girl told him. Charlie then walked over to the table where Rena was sitting.
“Okay so if this is true though any of these doors is another world.”
She stood up, took him by the hand, led him to a door and opened it. Through that door was a brilliant red sky, purple vines crawled up a wall across from them,  Charlie saw what looked like a flying boat dive down below his line of sight when he realized they were in the air, floating on something. Rena pulled him back in to the bar and shut the door before he could get a good look.
“Wha-what?”
“That was earth, my earth, my world, where I live, not your world; the sun always rises in the north and sets in the south and planet flooded about 100 years ago so everything is located in the sky.  Do you get it now?”
Charlie nodded and turned around. He walked down the dimly lit hallway and through the graffiti stained green door. Charlie kept walking, head down, until he reached his apartment complex, tripping up the stairs to his home he thought to himself “at least gravity hasn’t changed.” He booted up his computer and sat down thinking about the doctor who he still didn’t know the name of, Rena the strange girl, James the bar man, and the Black Cat Club. Charlie opened up a word document and started typing, and for the first time in months he didn’t feel bored or tired, he just felt awake.