[color=gold]"Uno Manhatten, coming right up senor."[/color] replied Alejandro reflexively.

He then promptly got out a bottle of whisky, a bottle of vermouth, and a bottle of bitters. Through muscle memory alone, Alejandro concocted a picture perfect Manhatten. It was the kind of drink one would see on the cover of a bartending instructional book or on a billboard ad. A deft mastery of cocktails was one of Alejandros many charming traits. A trait that betrayed his secret super abilities if one were observant enough. Every single drink he mixed was a uniform work of art. So good was he that many a prospective bartender have begged to be his apprentice. But alas, Alejandro could never truly teach anyone else to mix like him, for he was the only one he ever knew who possessed a power such as his.

As Alejandro handed over his latest work of art he finally got a look at this lucky patron. Such looks and charisma were not a usual sight in the Cats Cradle. Well, not amongst its usual customers anyway. Alejandro surmised that a guy such as him could easily get whatever girl he wanted. Alejandro couldn't help but wonder if this guy was better looking than him. No way, thought Alejandro dismissively. The outrageous thought was banished from his mind as quickly as it appeared.

All of a sudden, a rather stunning blonde woman entered the bar. She was rummaging through all the bottles of mixers and tonics like a  kid at a candy store. Alejandros temper flared up fiercely at such a rude and presumptuous intrusion. He was about to give this drunk slattern a piece of his mind. That was before he got a good look at her face. Alejandro blanched visibly when he recognized her. It was the boss. The stone cold fox herself, Irene. He had heard stories of her violent and terrible moods but he had not seen them in person himself. Judging by her erratic movements though, such an event seemed likely. A woman as beautiful and as fierce as her was a welcome challenge to Alejandros charm. Unfortunately, this woman happened to be his boss. And so he decided to lay off charm for now and wait for the possible storm to blow over.

Alejandro could tell that the waitress was extremely pissed off about the boss taking her bottle of vodka like that. No doubt he would get an earful of said incident after work. Expansive and seemingly never ending tirades about the sleaziness of the customers and about how much of a psychotic bitch the boss is. Such an earful wasn't Alejandros idea of a good time. And so he decided that it probably wasn't a good idea to party with that particular girl that night. 

Irene then approached the handsome customer and embraced him like a lover. Alejandro of all people knew what a lovers embrace looked like. She then whispered what were no doubt sweet nothings into his ear. It was then that Alejandros jealousy roared back with a vengeance, stronger and more fiercely than before. The Latin fiery passion was as alive in Alejandro more so than anyone else he knew. He couldn't help but feel slighted. That his honour and his manhood were being threatened. Such feelings were beneath Alejandro but he couldn't help but feel them at times. 

A voice interrupted his simmering jealousy. A rather sweet and gentle voice. It asked for a sparkling water. Such a request was not common in the Cats Cradle. Alejandro couldn't help but jolt his head in the direction from which the question emanated. Leaning on the counter with her arms crossed was one of the cutest, sweetest, and most beautiful women Alejandro had ever laid eyes on. For once, he was lost for words.