American fame and fortune

Chapter 23
The new weekend has come to May, the customer flow of Beast House has stabilized, and the Sports Boys Group has recruited one after another, adding many newcomers.

Martin didn't join because he won.

For gigolos and the like, he has no psychological barriers, but the effort should be directly proportional to the gain.

A hundred dollars a dance song?Tips for a night as a bartender are more than that.

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

Kelly Gray was watching a section of Tarzan on the side of the ring stage, dropped a bunch of tips, and came to the bar.

Martin was mixing drinks, and took the time to beckon to her and continue to work on his work.

After dismissing the two female customers and throwing the received tips into the cardboard box at his feet, Martin gave Bruce a wink and walked over.

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

She had just watched the gigolo show 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 are too many customers recently, so I'm too busy."

Kelly Gray said: "It's good here, I found the vibe of Los Angeles."

"This is what we like and what we are fighting for, isn't it?" Martin put himself on the same side as the other party in his words.He had already prepared: "Have a drink?"

Kelly Gray said: "I have great taste."

Martin cleans his hands and fetches a new shaker: "A cocktail you can't get in Atlanta."

He added ice cubes, lemon juice, Aperol, Yavanna, and finally bourbon whiskey. He quickly and vigorously shook the shaker for ten seconds, took out the iced wine glass and poured the wine, and folded a delicate Paper airplanes for decoration.

Bright orange liquor, quite like a work of art.

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

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

Martin asked, "You've had a lot of cocktails."

"I stayed in Los Angeles for a few years and met a good friend who is an alcoholic." Kelly Gray said casually: "I have tasted a lot of wine with her."

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

"It's an honor," Martin replied.

Suddenly, a middle-aged woman with still charm came over, and she looked at Martin slightly: "Is it you?"

Martin felt that the other party looked familiar, but 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? How did you become a bartender? You still owe me two lap dances!"

Martin replied: "I'm sorry, ma'am, I failed to apply for a gigolo, so I can only become a bartender."

Susan was so angry that she patted the bar counter: "The boss is blind, his eyes grow on the soles of his feet! You have such good conditions... Come with me, go to the $100 private room, and I will give you a night."

Martin remained polite: "I can only say sorry, leave the post without permission, and I will be fired."

Susan eventually regretted leaving.

Martin turned around and found that Kelly Gray couldn't help laughing, shrugged, and said, "No way, every night there are female customers who misunderstand, and there are female customers who have fantasies about me."

Kelly Gray asked, "Did you become a gigolo?"

"Yeah." Martin said with a helpless face, "The natural conditions are so good, it is easy to be misunderstood. If you look good, you have to be a gigolo? Prejudice hurts people."

Kelly Gray has been in a good mood for the past few days, and she will be in a better mood this time, raising her eyebrows: "You really look good, if you are on the stage, I might invite you to the private room."

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

Kelly Gray took another sip of her bright orange cocktail and looked around: "You have a nice club."

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

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

She looked directly at Martin, and Martin faced each other frankly: "I'm still an actor."

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

"Poor guy, multiple careers and multiple incomes." Martin would not be stupid enough to lie about this kind of thing: "I am a member of the Marietta Community Theater Troupe. Andrew was a casting assistant in a plantation play, and I happened to choose me to play a corpse. I was more speculative with him. After chatting for a while, Andrew mentioned the Women’s Association. He called."

Kelly Gray learned about it from Ella, and there was no discrepancy, and said: "This is a play I packaged and invested in."

"You invested?" Martin asked. "Ms. Gray, can I be honest?"

"Please say."

"This show sucks." The bartender and actor who is playing the role, in order to make an impression, must show personality at the right time, and Martin knows this well: "Let the two main characters, in front of the two dead bodies, and one of them stared at them with wide-eyed eyes."

He recalled: "What did the director say? Yes, highlight the strong contrast between death and love, and increase sensory stimulation."

Kelly Gray laughed again: "If you guessed right, you are that corpse?"

Martin said righteously: "The most handsome and most aggrieved corpse ever. Others hugged a beautiful woman, and I lay on the ground to die."

Kelly Gray was in a good mood, and even joked: "You can't arrange for supporting actresses to pick up corpses."

Martin appropriately zoomed in on the scale: "Actually, I don't mind. Zombies vs. beauties are very interesting."

"You guy." Kelly Gray smiled again: "It's been a long time since anyone talked to me like this."

She took out 10 dollars and put it on the bar: "Please take the paper airplane, and I will pay the tip."

Martin did his part: "That glass of wine is worth $10."

Kelly Gray added: "There's also the chat part."

The two chatted for a while, and Kelly Gray turned to the topic: "Tomorrow you contact my assistant and see a lawyer. On Monday, the Women's Association called a press conference, and the Beast House Club was part of it. You represent The House of the Beast sued the Methodist Society."

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

Kelly Gray stood up: "The club is doing well. Women enjoy the services of men. This is the progress of equal rights."

Leaving the club and getting into the back seat of the BMW, she pulled out her cell phone and dialed a number in Los Angeles: "Good evening, drunk Louise, it's me, Kelly. Today I found a cocktail that I've never seen before, It's called a paper airplane, and you haven't 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 bar in the club, civilized people finally break free from their hustle and bustle.

He found Martin: "Dude, 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 get 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 air: "You can't have a beautiful daughter."

On Sunday morning, Martin met with a lawyer from the Women's Association on Sunday morning and attended the Women's Association's press conference on Monday.

(End of this chapter)