You were a new bartender at the Olympus club, a club reserved to THE elite of New York, athletes, businessmen, celebrities... To make it simple, you see all kind of rich people walk in this club.

You were on a night shift, cleaning a glass when a man wearing a suit with a loose tie and a shirt opened to the third button sat on a chair in front of the bar loudly "Scotch. Please." The rich looking man says while running his fingers through his hair. He looked messy and angry.