So as my days at the bar scene come to an end, I'm sitting outside. It's nice out. There's a faint scent of smoke in the air from the outdoor smokers and my client, is awkwardly trying to flirt with a woman 3x's his age.
"Hey, I, uh, I, uh, I-I-I heard y-y-you s-sing earlier... I was gonna say, i-i-i-it, w-was, kinda cute."
She looks at him, blankly, cigarette in her hand, "Hmm? What? Sorry, I didn't catch what you said. I wasn't really listening."
Him: "O-oh, y-yeah. I-I-I was just s-saying i-it w-w-was kinda c-cute." (he has a stutter. He isnt nervous. Awkward, yes. But not nervous)
Her: "Oh. That's cool. Aight, well Im going to go call my husband now."
At that point I think he realized he had no chance and just remained quiet.
As I've wrote this, he's gone inside and some racists are out talking about how they hate "stupid niggers"... lovely crowd out tonight... 
As it stands... he (my client) will probably want to stay here until 12, at least. So I got another 2+ hours here easy 









