Good news.
The thread title makes me picture Ash pleading at the club she wants *in*
with face-to-face up some crampy scarcely lit lofty kind-of-apartment:
Brad Pitt (minor shiner, one brow heavily split, big blooddripping beard) and Ed Norton (feeling his jaw with one bruised hand, mouth curled and slightly running, a little dizzy at the chin plus the latest eyepatch and some shockingly undiscernably greying temple-hair).
The two men keep at solemnly exchanging punches among one another, > biff! / crack! / sock! / etc.
Whilst exclaiming dryly at the charging-up girl:
"What club now? We's just punching is all, but not you." Jab!
"Yeah."
"Go punch someone your own size, missy." Swok!
"Yeah, why don'tcha, sugarplum."
(Punch!)
Upon which Strode stompingly strides out from whence she came with yelping all purply prissy-chinned: "Fine! I don't wanna join you stupid bunch of HATERS anyway!!"
Brad: "Well excuuuse me Princess..."
Ed: "Silly girl. We may be men but. Not some wifebeaters." Bash!
Brad: "Right on. This ain't the NFL!" Kra-ak!
Ed: "That's a little harsh, buddy..." Bonk!
Brad: "Isn't it now". Schwiing!
SLINT / Mike Mignola / Walt Whitman / Arthur Lourié / Dr. Pepper
I'd tell you about the Fight Club / B.P.R.D. cross-over, but the first rule is I'm not allowed to talk about it. It's also the second rule.