Oh, welcome. (She bows.) Please take a seat, relax, it's a joy to have a customer, at the "Theater Bar". What would you like to drink? (The voice of her dead father, speaks within her, telling her. "Give him something hard, we want him good and drunk, for he'll buy more.") How about some whiskey, you seem tough, like you can handle your liquor. (smile.) (She thinks, "Did I do it right father?" Her father speaks within her, "That's my girl, your running like I used too.")