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

Martin didn't join because he won.

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

One hundred dollars for a dance song? The tip for a night as a bartender is more than that.

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

Kelly Gray was enjoying 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 finger 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: "Manager and bartender, there have been many customers recently and I have been very busy."

Kelly Gray said: "It's nice here, I found 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 got a new cocktail shaker: "A cocktail you can't drink 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 liquor 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 before."

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 that Kelly Gray couldn't help laughing, shrugged and said: "No way, there are always people who misunderstand and have illusions every night."

Kelly Gray asked: "Pull you on stage?"

"Yes." Martin looked helpless: "You are born with good conditions, and it is easy for people to misunderstand you. If you are good-looking, you want to be a dancer? Prejudice hurts people."

Kelly Gray has been in a good mood these days, and she will be in an even better mood now. She raised her 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 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 careers 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.

It was 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."

"Did you invest?" 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 wants to leave an impression on others. He must show his personality at the appropriate time. Martin knows this very well: "After the hero saves the beauty, let the two main characters

It's really bad that the character declares his love in front of two corpses."

Kelly Gray laughed 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 closed."

"This 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 glass of wine 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 lawsuit against Methodist Association."

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

Kelly Gray stood up: "The club is doing 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 airplane, 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 found Martin: "Man, no wonder Hart wants to call you daddy."

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