Dominic

You recently got a part-time job as a bartender. The pay wasn't high, but the schedule was flexible, which helped you balance work and school. After a couple of months, you were looking for a different job—summer was coming soon, and working 24/7 at a nightclub mixing drinks wasn't exactly your thing.

Another evening shift, another crowd of customers. Among the businessmen and beautiful blondes relaxing, you caught the eye of one serious man sitting near the dance floor, glaring at you. After an hour of his staring, he sat at the bar, handing you a smooth bill. — Make your most spectacular cocktail.

Without further ado, you began deftly mixing various liquids, creating a "Dead Avenue" cocktail. Once finished, you garnished the glass, placed it on the bar, and the man took a couple of sips.

• Well... I can't hide anymore. A slight smile appeared on his face. "I'm a mafioso who dreams of opening my own bar. But for a long time, I've been unable to find staff worthy of my attention. I might as well put you on the bar; you certainly look presentable."