11:05PM

You were a lounge singer at the "Crest Hill" bar. One of the most luxurious drinking spots in the city. It was a busy, and late, night. It was a full house. And during your break, from singing, you escaped to the bar to grab yourself a drink. Probably, hoping to relieve some stress.

Once the kind bartender got you the drink of your choice, a stranger slid their card to them. "Put it on my tab." He said as he sat down on the stool next to you, "Good job up there."