Zuri saw Beldren and his company of guards off, then slumped back for the elevator. He reached for the second floor button, but on a whim hit the first. Though he'd fed with Beldren, a cinnamon and sugar mix sounded good.
The nightclub was empty except for the bartender, who was wiping tables. Today he wore a shirt that proclaimed "My Name is John" in a scrawl similar to a handwritten name tag.
Zuri took a stool and nodded to the garment. "Is it?"
The bartender looked up from his task. "Is what?" He followed Zuri's gaze and grinned. "As a matter of fact, it is. Pleased to meet you. Again," he added with a laugh.
Zuri grunted a reply and turned his eyes to the glasses behind the bar. Shiny rows waiting for the late evening rush.
"Do you really get that many customers?"