This door usually leads to a different bar. Erol walks in anyway and looks around.
And behind him someone else opens the door and freezes in the doorway.
Great, now he’s seeing things. As if he wasn’t broken and fucked up enough.
He turns. He looks expectantly at the stranger, as though of course the stranger is going to explain himself any second now.
“This isn’t real,” he says uncertainly.
"No? You aren't really standing in a very thoroughly redecorated Hip Hog impersonating the commander of the Krimzon Guard?"
...Actually, on second thought, that sounds more plausible than this being real.
“I’m—was—I haven’t been replaced yet, I mean, so technically I still am Commander...”
"Let me see behind you. Where is that?"
“My boyfriend’s auntie’s place. There isn’t usually a bar inside of it.”
"That door led to the port a moment ago."
”Just give me your stupid speech about all the ways I’m terrible and go.”
"How do you expect me to do that while you stand there blocking the door?"
He walks into the bar, lets the door swing shut behind him.
He opens the door. He doesn't walk out. "Look at this."
“It doesn’t have to make sense, it isn’t real.”
"A compelling argument, certainly." He lets the door close. "See where it goes if you open it again."
Sure, he can do that.
It would be interesting to see if the place the door leads is... he can't confirm that it's real but he could try walking around in it and touching things. But that wouldn't be safe.
"Have you been here before?"
“In this bar? Not that I can remember.”
He goes looking around and eventually finds an explanatory napkin.
"There's what claims to be an explanation on the bar."
"Huh, a helpful hallucination. Let me see?"
Sure, Erol will allow him to read it.
If this is a hallucination then it doesn't matter, and if it's real then there's probably nothing he can do to affect things.
"I could use a drink," he says in an almost offhanded tone.
And he can have one.
"You're going to trust a drink from this place?" the other Erol asks.
"No," he says, and sniffs at it. "I'm gathering more information as to what's going on here."
Nod. Erol watches.
It doesn't smell suspect. He takes a small sip.