Violet grabbed the most expensive bottle of whiskey she could find, the 30 year old Macallan, and the retail price was about $1,600. She brought the bottle over to their table and put it down right in the middle. She thought they would be impressed once they saw the bottle, that was most people’s reaction, but the guys just looked at her with a bored stare.

“Yeah, we’re gonna need more than one bottle, sweetheart,” the guy sitting next to Damon snickered.

“C—coming right up,” Violet said and turned to her heels.

She didn’t know why she was stammering. She had been serving drinks for customers her entire life, she didn’t need to stutter like that. Violet thought maybe the nervousness was because a mafia king was staring at her like a hawk. She didn’t know what she did wrong, but Damon Van Zandt had been glaring at her ever since he walked in here.

Violet was busy pulling out more bottles of The Macallan from the bar when she heard another guy spoke to Dylan, “So, I heard you got some pretty girls around here?”

“Yeah, where are the girls at?” another guy laughed.

“You want them right now?” Dylan asked.

“Why not right now?”

“Well, alright,” Dylan got up to his feet and strode to his office.

Violet rolled her eyes to herself because she knew what was coming next. This wasn’t the first time Dylan hosted a ‘private’ party for special guests. Danny, the bar owner, was never fond of these things so Dylan would have to do it under the table. This was a risky business, but Dylan was always handsomely paid, so the risk was worth it.

“Why, hello, boys.”

A group of female strippers emerged from Dylan’s office. They were all dressed in revealing lace clothing. Or actually, let’s just call it what it was, they were dressed in their underwear.

The guys cheered and smiled as the group of girls joined them. Dylan went all out with this one. He handpicked only the best and prettiest girls for this event. Violet brought five more bottles of The Macallan and put them on the table. She had to maneuver through the group of dancing girls to get there, but she made it just fine.

Once she put down the drinks, Violet waited for a moment to see if they’d ask for anything else, but the guys were too busy getting lap dances from the girls. Shrugging to herself, Violet went back to the bar to close the register. Every now and then, she’d look up from the register and watch Dylan hand out packets of white powder to the guys. She shook her head to herself and continued counting the register. Then she took a moment to look up again and this time her eyes met Damon’s.