Who Winston and Everett What Making a deal When A couple of days after this Where The Bamba Club Warnings None
The Bamba Club stood as a shining example of mediocrity. From its sun-faded exterior to its terracotta roofing, he couldn't pick out a single feature to help put this place on the map. Its glowing neon 'Cocktails' sign was the cherry on top a particularly unsatisfying sundae, cementing the establishment's prioritization of bland serviceability over flair. And rightly so, he imagined. Showing proper regards to atmospheric qualities and the angling of repeat customers was rendered moot when boasting such a low price-point. Tastebuds dulled by years of abuse, the average patron here probably wouldn't know top shelf whiskey if it bit them in the ass.
Winston's polished shoes would have never passed the threshold if not for his need of an establishment where no one would ever think to go looking for him. To that end, his order of an orange-tinted Sidecar was also something of a calculated move. He took Everett as a subscriber to at least some manner of traditional masculinity, and to order a drink with instructions exceeding shaken, stirred, or 'on the rocks' was to become the subject of ridicule. By creating an opening for jokes at his expense from the jump, he hoped to break their icy barriers early on and get right down to brass tacks. The terms and conditions of his proposal were to be met or else he'd walk away.
"Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, he walks into mine." Winston greeted in good spirits to match the contents of his raised glass. Middle and index fingers tapping against the bar meant to summon the attendant on Everett's behalf, but the lack of immediate service reminded him this wasn't his joint to command. His only reward was a nod of acknowledgment conveying that somebody would get to him whenever they got to him, and not a moment sooner. Grudgingly accepting there was nothing else to be done, for now, he beckoned Everett to sit with a pat against the empty stool next to him. "Sit. Talk. Let's pretend we're still on friendly terms a moment before engaging in the typical hostilities."