Chapter Six

"Dude what the fuck, I asked For whiskey this is Beer." The voice of an angry customer dragged Marcel out of his thoughts. He looked up to find a furious brown haired man standing directly opposite him holding a glass of amber liquid.

Marcel did not recall attending to this man or even taking his order. He must have been on autopilot when he took his order.

"What's going on?" Jerry, Marcel's manager asked as he made his way to the bar. He wore grey slacks and a green T shirt, his thick rimmed glasses were atop his head.

"Are you the manager?" The customer asked.

"Yes sir, what seems to be the problem?" Jerry asked again.

"Well, I ordered whiskey and this young man" the customer pointed at Marcel with his chin "...gave me beer or whatever is in this

"Is that true Marc?" Jerry peered up at Marcel. A stern look that didn't seem to fit him etched on his face.

"I'm sorry sir, it was an accident.."

"You have to stop making accidents like this" Jerry turned to the customer to apologize. "I