Part 2 of 9 - The Bartender

Oh, what the fuck is this? The door opens and this guy in a trenchcoat walks in.   When the wind cuts through the cigar smoke, it smells like rain, but it don't look like it's raining...  Oh, buddy, you gotta be kiddin' me, poppin' in here at closing time?  Why couldn't he have just stayed at whatever bar he was at the rest of the night?  That's at least another glass I have to clean.  If he was the dame's date, I might understand, but he barely glances in her direction.  He's coming to the bar.  Goddamnit.