A few weeks ago my squad and I ventured to magnolia for a GNO. We had to wait a moment to get in- while a group in front of us paid. Next think we knew an incredibly unpleasant priss shouldered past us. He said "ummm my dad like owns this place". Obviously we did not care. He elbowed past us and rolled his eyes at the bouncer and reappeared "my dad is expecting us". He was such a textbook brat we almost turned around and left. The idea of our measly cover going towards his next bomber jacket purchase made us ill