(A man arrives at the bar of Lupin.
Cautiously walks up the front of the booth as his two feet are planted on the
floor, while he sits down. The bartender who is a young man around his twenties
is cleaning the glass with a white towel. The bartender puts down the glass on
the counter. He smiles variously. )
So what would it be sir?
(The man gets ups from the seat and uses his right hand to pull
out his wallet at the back of his hand. It was a black wallet that contains a
picture of his family a credit cards and cashes of money. The man pulls out the
bills with his hands and puts it in the counter. While his hand lays flat on
the table he moves his closer to the bartender with the money in hand at the
(The bartender look at the man with a curious look as the man
removes his hands away for the money as the bartender grabs the money he puts
it in the cash register. By simply pressing a few buttons on the cash register
it pops open as he puts the money away with his hands. The bartender than grabs a couple of bottle
as he runs his fingers slowly through the label and begins to reads. Turning
his head around and stares at the man. He
holds the bottle up high about six inches.
How about a bottle of Scotch?
looks at the bartender real closely and had his fingers semi closed and puts it
in his ear. )
Did you not hear me? I said whiskey. Whiskey is all I want.
Sir people who drink whiskey are mildly depressed. Maybe a
brandy will do.
(The man sighs put his hand and arms down on the table. And
looks at the bartender with a roughed looked.)
Listen I had a terrible night. And nothing seems to be right.
All I ask is a bottle of whiskey.
(The bartender put the bottle back at the shelf on the counter
and pours in a bottle of drinks that the man did not recognize and then adds in
three cubes of ice with a picker. Then he drops it in the clean glass and stirs
the liquor six times with a spoon.
What are you doing?
It’s whiskey I just added in a little flavor.
Just give me the straight whiskey. It’s going to be a long
Why rush? The night is still young. A bartender who appreciate
his customer are always changing drinks. Without a customer care the bartender
is not doing his jobs.
And your doing a splendid job. A customer who enter this bar
and ask for is just a simple bottle of whiskey and this Smock right here serves
up a fruit drink. Bravo your doing an excellent job. Better yet why not serve
dessert while your at it. Maybe some ice cream.
the man and slides the drinks into his hands.)
There’s always a story about a customer feelings based on a
drink. Now the flavor and texture of the taste fits a person mood. Whether it’s
sadness, happiness, anger or fear the drinks consulate their soul. Just looked at all the people around you.
Don’t they have a story to tell?
turns around from his seat and see the women talking uncomfortable with a tall
What do you see.
I see a woman who wants to get the hell away from that bastard.
I mean just looked at her . Her face says it all, boy I guess old Johnny boy
here is not getting his rocks off tonight.
points in the same direction with his second finger)
And what kind of drink is she having.
thinks for a while and raises his right hand and scratches his black hair.)
I’m thinking Rossi whine or chateau.
Not exactly, she’s having a Brandi to go with that wine. And
what did the man have.
A glass of water.
paused for a moment turns around in the chair and looks at the bartender.
Hesitantly looks at the hour of the clock and time.
Why is he having water?
Just like the way you see it sir.
Trying to loosen her up. Probably to get his way.
(The bartender drops his two arms on the barstool with his arms
Exactly the man order a mixed drink of wine and brandy that
creates a heavy drink that is not suitable for some women. Which she notices by
the way, therefore ruining his perfect
planned to seduce her. The obvious choice
is his simple glass of water.
the man’s mood)
Sir is there anything on your mind?
Why don’t you have a little taste?
Strange it tastes like whiskey but yet somehow different. Could
it be the lemon, cherries, or ice? I have to know
All I serve was a drink that fits your mood. Nothing more.