That night Kira felt different. She wasn't into it. "Ma'am...ma'am.....MA'AM" Kira jerked her head up to see a man in front of her. I would like a screwdiver please. Kira went to start making the drink for the man when she started dozing off again. She brought the man a half made screwdriver with rootbeer filling the other half. "Look, is this Casino some kind of joke." The man said as he stormed off. There was a man with a black trenchcoat slipping away into the dark. Kira held her gun closely and followed. She saw the man start running so she turned around and there was a pistol pointed at her head. It was the man she messed up on. "You messed up the wrong man's drink." He said. "You pointed a gun at the wrong bartender." She said. She shot him in the stomach and walked away from his bleeding body.