American Fame and Fortune

Chapter 22 Never die with eyes in peace

 The new weekend has arrived in May, the customer flow of Beast House has stabilized, and the male team has been recruiting many new people.

 Martin did not join because he won.

  Martin has no psychological barriers to Hart’s profession, but his efforts must be proportional to his gains.

Hundred dollars for a dance song? A night's work as a bartender will cost you more than that.

 Saturday night, Martin waited for the person he wanted to see.

Kelly Gray was enjoying a piece of Tarzan at the edge of the ring stage, dropped a bunch of tips, and came to the bar.

 Martin was bartending drinks and took the time to wave to her and continue busy with the work at hand.

 After sending away the two female customers and throwing the tips he received into the cardboard box at his feet, Martin winked at Bruce and walked over.

Kelly Gray’s short hair was dyed flaxen, and her trendy dress made her look a few years younger. She was sitting on a high chair, tapping her fingers gently on the bar, looking at Martin.

 She had just watched a gigolo performance and felt that Martin Davis was more suitable for a ring stage.

 “Are you a bartender?” Kelly Gray wondered.

 Martin smiled: "The manager and bartender has been busy with many customers recently."

Kelly Gray said: "It's nice here, I find the atmosphere of Los Angeles."

“This is what we like and what we are striving for, isn’t it?” Martin put himself on the same side as the other party. He was already prepared: "Have a drink?"

 Kelly Gray said: "I have a very good taste."

 Martin cleans his hands and gets a new shaker: “A cocktail you can’t get in Atlanta.”

He added ice cubes, lemon juice, Aperol, Yavanna, and finally bourbon, shook the shaker quickly and vigorously for ten seconds, took out the chilled wine glass, poured the wine into it, and folded the delicate glass on the rim of the glass. Paper airplanes as decoration.

The bright orange liquid looks like a work of art.

 Martin made a gesture of invitation: "Paper airplane, please taste it."

 Kelly Gray picked it up and tasted it slowly, and after a while said: "I'm sure, I've never drank it."

  Martin asked: “You’ve tasted a lot of cocktails.”

“I stayed in Los Angeles for a few years and met a good friend. She was an alcoholic.” Kelly Gray said casually: “I tasted a lot of wine with her.”

 She slightly raised her glass to Martin: "It's a very distinctive wine, I like it."

 Martin replied: "It's an honor."

 A female customer came over and asked, "Are you not a dancer? Don't you dance on stage?"

 “Sorry, I’m not.” Martin replied politely.

Martin turned around and found Kelly Gray unable to hold back her laughter, shrugged and said, "No way, there are always people who misunderstand and have illusions every night."

 Kelly Gray asked: "Pulling you to the stage?"

"Yes." Martin looked helpless: "The natural conditions are too good, and it is easy for people to misunderstand. You want to be a dancer because you are good-looking? Prejudice hurts people." Kelly Gray has been in a good mood these days, and she will be in a better mood now. OK, he raised his eyebrows and said, "You are really good-looking. If you were a dancer, I would invite you to dance a song."

 Martin deliberately joked: "I will not waive the bill."

 Kelly Gray took another sip of the bright orange cocktail and looked around: "Your club is good."

 Martin told the truth: "I'm just a manager, the boss is someone else."

Kelly Gray suddenly asked: "You don't have any male customers here, do you? How do you know Andrew?"

 She looked directly at Martin, who said calmly: "I'm still an actor."

 Kelly Gray smiled: "You have so many identities."

"A poor man, with multiple jobs and multiple incomes." Martin would not be stupid enough to tell lies about this kind of thing: "I am a member of the Marietta Community Theater Company. I started working on the theater crew when I was sixteen. I participated in a filming a while ago. For a plantation play, Andrew was a casting assistant, and he happened to cast me to play a corpse. He and I were more speculative. After chatting for a while, Andrew mentioned the Liberty Club and asked us to pay more attention. If anything happens, call him."

 Kelly Gray learned about it from Ella, and there was no difference. She said: "This is a play that I package and invest in."

“You invested in it?” Martin asked, “Ms. Grey, can I be honest?”

"Please say."

"This play is really bad." The bartender and actor who is currently playing the role needs to show his personality at the right time if he wants to leave an impression. Martin knows this very well: "After the hero saves the beauty, let the two main characters It was really bad for the character to declare his love in front of two corpses.”

Kelly Gray smiled again: "If I guessed correctly, you are one of the corpses?"

Martin spoke righteously: "The most handsome and most aggrieved corpse in history. I lie on the ground and die with my eyes open."

 “You guy.” Kelly Gray laughed again: “No one has talked to me like this for a long time.”

 She took out 10 US dollars and put it on the bar: "You can buy the paper airplane, and I'll pay the tip."

 Martin did his part: “This drink is worth $10.”

Kelly-Gray added: “There’s also a chat part.”

The two chatted for a while, and Kelly Gray turned to the topic: "Tomorrow you contact my assistant and go see the lawyer. On Monday, the Liberty Association convened a press conference, of which the Beast House Club is a part, and you represent The House of Beasts files suit against Methodist Association.”

 Martin had already won Vincent's agreement and said: "No problem."

Kelly Gray stood up: "The club has done a good job."

After leaving the club and getting into the back seat of the BMW, she took out her mobile phone and dialed a number in Los Angeles: "Good evening, alcoholic Louise, it's me, Kelly. Today I discovered a cocktail I've never seen before. It’s called Paper Plane, haven’t you heard of it? Aren’t you going to come to Atlanta with the crew soon? I’ll take you to taste it.”

 Behind the club bar, civilized people are finally relieved from their busy schedule.

 He approached Martin: "Man, no wonder Hart wants to call you daddy."

 Martin quickly denied: "Don't slander people, I don't have a son."

 On Sunday morning, Martin met with a Liberty Association lawyer on behalf of the club and attended a Liberty Association press conference on Monday.

 (End of this chapter)