"Oh, how nice," Jhon responds, indifferent to your topic about your frustrated dreams of being a journalist. He has already repeated those words seven times, and counting.

"Give me another gin tonic." He says without saying please, at least you have someone to talk to. Jhon is a person who only cares about himself—him and his cigarette. You're just a bartender and he's just a repeat customer at your uncle's bar.

Inside, Constantine knows you deserve better than just giving out beers at 3 a.m.