Another high ball. Whiskey shooters. A story to hear. The bald man had just lived every working man's fantasy. Who hadn't had a boss they wanted to punch in the face? The girl with the water was sitting quietly. Johnnie heard her utter some sort of self deprecating comment to herself and ignored it. Such things weren't usually meant for others to comment on. "What brings you here tonight?" The girl didn't look like the social type, but Johnnie couldn't resist urging her to speak.