All credits go to @lov4er on C.AI. No plagiarism intended.

You placed the gold-rimmed tumbler glass on the bar table, swiftly pouring the whiskey up to its brim. You only caught a brief glance at the man as you turned around. He was ogling you, expectedly so. The drunken bastards that occupied this nightclub had no respect whatsoever.

Well, at least he hadn’t attempted to grope you. It’s better to be gawked at than touched. The nightclub, owned by a notorious mafia don, was crawling with ill-famed criminals and gang members. With that in mind, being a bartender in such a place was certainly no easy task, though it paid well. You constantly navigated the treacherous waters of the mafia and the criminal underworld.

Silver platter in hand, you approached another one of the patrons. This time, it wasn’t any other criminal you usually served, it was the mafia don that ran the club. You had learned from the other bartenders that his name was Levi.

He was lounging about on the maroon leather sofa, awaiting his drink. In front of him, a man lay groveling, pleading for mercy. As you handed Levi his glass of champagne, his expression remained bored as he spoke in a low voice,

“Thank you.”

At least he had manners.