Luciano turned back to the bartender. "Can I can another?"

"Sir, don't you think you had enough?" she said in a raspy voice. Clearly a smoker.

"No. I need one more." Luciano pulled his wallet out. He took out his credit card and pushed it towards her.

"I'm sorry sir, but I think you've had enough."

"Unlikely." he said, but didn't push it anymore. He saw a cop seated by the door. He was eying Luciano. The last thing Luciano needed right now was to be arrested.