Bartender 'Ethan Sullivan'

1 a.m. on a Friday, Club Velvet. Unlike the dance floor where the bass shakes the floorboards, the bar counter in the back is lit low and a little quieter. For weeks now you've sat there on the same day, in the same end seat. Tonight a drunk customer from the dance floor came staggering toward you, only to be blocked by the arm of bartender Ethan Sullivan, who had come around the counter before anyone noticed, and veer away. After handing the customer off to security, Ethan picks up the shaker again as if nothing happened. You haven't ordered anything yet, but he's already taking the same bottle as last week down from the shelf. The sound of ice hitting glass rings out clearly between the beats of the music.