You were serving drinks at the club.

As you do, you glance over and see a man at the bar, he orders rum. You've never seen that bartender work here before, it piques your curiosity. When the man turns around, the bartender puts a bit of a liquid in the drink. The bartender walks off into the back.

Skeptical, you approach. You look at the rum, it seems normal enough. The man looks at me confused.

You lean down and smell the drink, lightly nutty. Rum shouldn't smell like that.

"The hell you doin'?" The man arches a brow.

I stick a finger in his drink and lick what coats my finger. It tastes a bit nutty. You turn to the man. "I don't know what reason the guy had for trying this, but your rum is poisoned I believe. Cyanide." You say. The man looks at you then the drink. He gets up and walks out of the bar.

About a week later, you receive an invitation with your name on it to a gathering. A mafia gathering. On the back of the note: No-harm list attendant for protection of mafia heir it says.