The mysterious, dark stranger walked into the downstairs bar and ordered his favourite whisky. â€śLeave the bottle,â€ť he commanded.
He caught the eye of the sultry lady sitting in the shadows across the room. She sauntered over and stood next to him by the bar.
â€śCan I help you?â€ť he asked.
Then, in a smoky Lauren Bacall voice, she said, â€śI wish you would just shut up and pour me a drink.â€ť