America gains both fame and fortune

Chapter 22 Never die in peace
A new weekend has arrived in May, and the flow of visitors to the House of the Beast has stabilized. The handsome boy group has been recruiting and adding many new members.

Martin didn't join because he won.

Martin has no psychological barriers to Hart's profession, but the effort and reward must be proportional.

A hundred bucks for a dance? That's a lot of tips for a night as a bartender.

On Saturday night, Martin waited for the person he wanted to meet.

Kelly Gray was watching a performance of Tarzan at the circular stage, threw down a bunch of tips, and came over to the bar.

Martin was mixing drinks and took the time to wave at her before continuing with his work.

After sending the two female customers away and throwing the tip into the cardboard box at his feet, Martin winked at Bruce and walked over.

Kelly Gray's short hair was dyed flaxen, and her trendy dress made her look a few years younger. She was sitting on a high stool, tapping the bar with her fingers, looking at Martin.

She had just seen a gigolo performance and thought Martin-Davis was more suitable for the circular stage.

"Are you a bartender?" Kelly Gray asked puzzledly.

Martin smiled and said, "Manager and bartender, there are too many customers recently and I'm too busy."

Kelly Gray said: "It's nice here, I found the atmosphere of Los Angeles."

"This is what we like and what we are fighting for, isn't it?" Martin said, putting himself on the same side as the other party. He was prepared: "Have a drink?"

Kelly Gray said: "I have a very picky taste."

Martin cleaned his hands and fetched a new cocktail shaker: "A cocktail you can't get in Atlanta."

He added ice cubes, lemon juice, Aperol, Yavana, and finally bourbon whiskey, shook the cocktail shaker vigorously and quickly for ten seconds, took out the chilled wine glass and poured the wine into it, and then clamped an exquisitely folded paper airplane on the rim of the glass as decoration.

The bright orange wine looks like a work of art.

Martin made a gesture of invitation: "Paper Plane, please have a taste."

Kelly Gray picked it up and tasted it slowly. After a while, she said, "I'm sure I've never drunk it."

Martin asked, “You’ve tasted a lot of cocktails.”

"I lived in Los Angeles for a few years and met a good friend who was an alcoholic," Kelly Gray said casually, "and I tasted a lot of wine with her."

She raised her glass slightly to Martin: "It's a very distinctive wine. I like it."

Martin replied: "It's my pleasure."

A female customer came over and asked, "You're not a dancer? Don't you dance on stage?"

"I'm sorry, I'm not," Martin replied politely.

Martin turned around and found Kelly Gray couldn't help laughing. He shrugged and said, "It can't be helped. Every night there are misunderstandings and there are always people who have fantasies."

Kelly Gray asked, "Pull you up on stage?"

"Yes." Martin looked helpless: "You are born with too good conditions, which can easily lead to misunderstanding. Do you want to be a dancer just because you are good-looking? Prejudice hurts people." Kelly Gray has been in a good mood these days, and now she is in an even better mood. She raised her eyebrows and said: "You are indeed good-looking. If you were a dancer, I would invite you to dance with me."

Martin deliberately joked: "I won't give away the bill."

Kelly Gray took another sip of her bright orange cocktail and looked around. "Your club is nice."

Martin said honestly: "I am just a manager. The boss is someone else."

Kelly Gray suddenly asked: "You don't have any male customers here? How do you know Andrew?"

She looked Martin straight in the eye, and Martin responded calmly: "I'm still an actor."

Kelly Gray laughed: "You have so many identities."

"Poor guy, multiple jobs and multiple incomes." Martin would not be stupid enough to lie about such a thing: "I am a member of the Marietta Community Theater. I joined the crew when I was sixteen. I participated in the filming of a plantation drama a while ago. Andrew was the casting assistant and happened to choose me to play a corpse. He and I got along well. After chatting for a while, Andrew mentioned the Freedom Society and asked us to pay more attention and call him anytime if there is any situation."

Kelly Gray learned about it from Ella and found nothing wrong, so she said, "This is the play I packaged and invested in."

"You invested?" Martin asked. "Ms. Grey, can I tell you the truth?"

"Please say."

"This is a really bad play." Martin, who is playing the role of a bartender and actor, knows that he must show his personality at the right time in order to leave an impression on people. "After the hero saves the beauty, it is really bad to have the two main characters declare their love in front of two corpses."

Kelly Gray laughed again: "If I'm not mistaken, you are one of the corpses?"

Martin said righteously: "This is the most handsome and also the most aggrieved corpse in history. I will die with my eyes open while lying on the ground."

"You guy." Kelly Gray laughed again: "It's been a long time since anyone talked to me like this."

She took out $10 and put it on the bar: "The paper plane is for you, and I'll pay the tip."

Martin said: "This drink is worth $10."

Kelly Gray added: “And then there’s the chat part.”

The two chatted for a while, and Kelly Gray got to the point: "Tomorrow you contact my assistant and meet with a lawyer. On Monday, the Liberty Association called a press conference, and the Beast House Club was part of it. You filed a lawsuit against the Methodist Association on behalf of the Beast House."

Martin had already earned Vincent's consent and said, "No problem."

Kelly Gray stood up: "The club has done a great job."

After leaving the club and getting in the back seat of the BMW, she took out her cell phone and dialed a number in Los Angeles: "Good evening, drunk Louise, it's me, Kelly. Today I discovered a cocktail I've never seen before, called Paper Plane. You haven't heard of it either? Aren't you coming to Atlanta with the crew in a while? I'll take you to taste it."

Behind the bar in the club, civilized people finally got some relief from the busyness.

He found Martin and said, "Man, no wonder Hart wanted to call you dad."

Martin quickly denied: "Don't slander me, I don't have a son."

On Sunday morning, Martin met with a Liberty lawyer on behalf of the club and attended a Liberty press conference on Monday.

(End of this chapter)