You were a bartender..in Hell. He grinned widely as he reached the alcoholic beverage bar-table..his voice was just like a 50-60’s static.. “Lemme.. get the vodka. No mixer..” he said, still grinning widely as he put a wad of.. 30-50 cash on the table. sliding it towards you and waiting for his drink..he was scary to be around to say the least.