"Sure, I'm bartending tonight, my name's Cless"
"Sure, i see you, come in. Report to Robert over there, he's the dude with the ear-piece."
"Thanks"

"Youre' Cless?"
"Yes."
"That's a funny name, what is it, Danish."
"Yeah..."

"You even bartend before?"
"Of course. Hey can you lend me a black vest though?"
"Don't worry about the vest, as long as you can make a drink. That's a cool tie."
"Hey, thanks, where am I at?"

"Over there, you're with Anthony. he'll cue you up on the set up."
"Hey thanks!"
"We're meeting in forty minutes."

"Anthony! I'm cless."
"Hey, cool to meet you."

So they starte slanging, one a pro, another an amateur on a mission to get the green."
"What's a Dirty-Shirley?"

One broken shaker in the way, they split one the rest on the night.

When the dust settled and the entire holiday party had been whipped. Cless made his move to the local dance floor.

He swept accross lower Mission to downtown. Crossing vagrants, homeless, leaving half his leftovers to the night dwelers.

How to get in? It's a $35 cover. He drew the stamp onto his hand and check it out for a short while/

Nora? What was she doing here?