Part 5 of 9 - The Boss

Jerry puts a shot of my favorite bourbon in front of each of us and wisely goes to wipe down the other end of the bar.  Ok, fine. If this guy's buying me a drink, I'll bite. I take another puff of my Cuban and look this fellow right in the eye. He's wearing a fedora, sitting there like he's some kind of big shot.  Like he's in my circle.  Never seen him before in my life that I know of. He seems to know me, though. I'm not one to beat around the bush, so I ask him, “You need somethin'?”