The new weekend has arrived in May, the customer flow of Beast House has stabilized, and the sportsman team has been recruiting one after another, adding many new people.
Martin didn't join because he won.
For gigolos and the like, he has no mental barriers, but his efforts must be proportional to his gains.
One hundred dollars for a dance song? A night's work as a bartender will cost you more than that.
On Saturday night, Martin waited for someone he wanted to see.
Kelly Gray was watching a piece of Tarzan on the side 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 the ring stage.
"Are you a bartender?" Kelly Gray wondered.
Martin smiled: "The manager and bartender, there have been a lot of customers recently, so he is very busy."
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 opponent in his words. He was already prepared: "Have a drink?"
Kelly Gray said: "I have a very good taste."
Martin cleaned his hands and retrieved a new cocktail 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."
Suddenly, a middle-aged woman who still retains her charm came over next to her. She looked at Martin for a moment and said, "Is that you?"
Martin felt that the other person looked familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
The middle-aged woman said: "I'm Susan, I paid for you!" She asked: "Didn't you come to apply for a gigolo that day? Why did you become a bartender? You still owe me two lap dances!"
Martin replied: "Sorry, ma'am, I failed to apply for a gigolo, so I had to be a bartender."
Susan was so angry that she slapped the bar counter: "The boss is blind, his eyes are on the soles of his feet! You have such a good condition... Come with me, go to the $100 private room, and I'll keep you for the whole night."
Martin remained polite: "I can only say I'm sorry for leaving my post without permission. I will be fired."
Susan eventually left with regret.
Martin turned around and found that Kelly Gray couldn't help laughing, shrugged and said, "No way, there are female customers who misunderstand me every night, and there are female customers who have fantasies about me."
Kelly Gray asked: "Practice you to be a gigolo?"
"Yes." Martin looked helpless: "The natural conditions are too good, and it is easy for people to misunderstand. If you are good-looking, you have to become a gigolo? Prejudice hurts people."
Kelly Gray has been in a good mood these days, and she will be in a better mood now. She raised her eyebrows and said, "You are really good-looking. If you are on stage, I might ask you to go to the private room."
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 nice."
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, right? How do you know Andrew?"
She looked directly at Martin, who said calmly: "I'm still an actor."
Kelly Gray laughed: "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 Women's Association and asked us to pay more attention. If anything happens, call him."
Kelly Gray knew it from Ella and there was no difference, saying: "This is a play that I packaged and invested in."
"Did you invest?" Martin asked, "Ms. Gray, can I tell the truth?"
"Please say."
"This play is really bad." The bartender and actor who is currently playing the role wants to leave an impression. He must show his personality at the appropriate time. Martin knows this very well: "Let the two main characters, in front of two They had sex with corpses, and one of them stared at them with wide eyes."
He recalled: "What did the director say? Yes, highlight the strong contrast between death and love and increase sensory stimulation."
Kelly Gray smiled again: "If I guessed correctly, are you the corpse?"
Martin spoke righteously: "The most handsome and most aggrieved corpse in history. Others are holding beautiful women, while I lie on the ground and die with my eyes open."
Kelly Gray was in such a good mood that she even joked: "You can't arrange for a supporting actress to stab a corpse."
Martin appropriately enlarged the scale: "Actually, I don't mind. Zombies fighting beautiful women is very exciting."
"You guy." Kelly Gray laughed again: "No one has talked to me like this for a long time."
She took out 10 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 to see the lawyer. On Monday, the Women's Association convened a press conference, the Beast House Club is a part of it, 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 is doing well. Women are enjoying the services of men. This is progress in equal rights."
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 airplane, and you’ve never heard of it? Aren’t you going to come to Atlanta with the crew in a while? 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 only have a daughter, not a son."
"If I have a daughter, you come close to her." Bruce used to lift his hands back, making a civilized gesture: "I will definitely blow your head off."
Martin shook his head: "Don't worry, your daughter is safe." He nodded Bruce's bald forehead from the distance: "You can't give birth to a beautiful daughter."
Martin met with a WCA lawyer on Sunday morning on behalf of the club and attended a WCA press conference on Monday.
