Part 6 of 9 - The Bartender

I take my towel and wipe my fingerprints off the bottle, leavin' Mr. Russo and the stranger to talk about whatever the hell you talk about 15 minutes to closing time. Jesus, I can't wait to get outta here. I head on down to the other end of the bar to pretend to do something.  I don't want to pay too close attention, but they might want more alcohol.  I give the bottle in my hand a solid examination without really looking at it.  I just can't shake this bad feeling...