Part 5 of 9 - The Bartender

I slide the drinks in front of the two and make myself scarce.  When the boss is talkin' business, I go to the other end of the bar every time. Unless it's busy and I ain't got no choice, of course.  Mr. Russo likes his privacy.  The first and only time I tried to stay in earshot to catch some of the scoop, the boss fixed me with such a look that I have regretted it ever since.  I'm pretty sure he hasn't forgotten about it, either, which is why he always sticks me with these late shifts.  I'd hate to think what he'd do if I tried that again.