It had been a long night and Tony let the hot spray of water rinse the salt and sweat from his body.  There was almost no moon in the sky and with the black boats and black clothing, it was hard for the patrols to find him in the undulating Atlantic Ocean.  It was nights like to night when he filled the boat a little fuller and made a couple extra trips out to the ships.  He restocked his warehouses and then went back for more.<br/><br/>Knowing the demand of the high end clients meant more money in his pockets.  As he left the boat house, he remembered the eyes on the girl at the club from earlier in the day and grabbed a case of Dom Perignon.  The cool air had the bottles chilled naturally and he had an idea.  He parked in the alley and stopped by the service door.  hefting the case, he carried it in to the bar and could hear the music when he walked in the door.<br/><br/>The bluesy jazz was hypnotic as the man he saw earlier blew his horn and the women with the eyes that melted his soul, sang with a voice of angels.  He set the box down as the bartender that helped him stock the bar earlier came over to see what he was doing.  Tony drug his eyes from the singer and told the bar tender about the gift case of Champagne and to send a glass to the singer and then sell the rest of the case by the glass at a premium.<br/><br/>Sex sell and that lovely Creole with a microphone in one hand and a glass of Champagne in the other would be a walking and singing advertisement for the bubbly.  Tony ordered a martini and took a seat at a table in the back.  The sound of her voice soothed his soul and the drink helped him relax after a long day.  The dress seemed to hang on her and she filled it in nicely.<br/><br/>The crowd including Tony was clapping as the song ended and the waitress carrying a tray delivered the drink to the woman on stage.  She whispered in the woman's ear and she lifted the microphone.  "Thank you for the Champagne, from my admirer.  Ladies and gentlemen, we have champagne by the glass tonight.  Imported from France and served to kings and queens around the world.  Enjoy while you can."<br/><br/>The lights were on her and the next song started.  The smile she made after taking a sip made many in the audience hail their waitress to get a glass or two for the table.  People seemed to be enjoying the music and the club.  Tony liked to be affiliated with the top clubs in town and he could see that this would be a nice addition to the other clubs he serviced.<br/><br/>It was later that Joey Barrone came in with one of his trollops on his arm.  Not his wife but one of the girls that he put up in an apartment and spent a few nights a week riding until sunrise.  He noticed Tony and wanted to talk when things got serious about three new speak-eases that he wanted to open they had to step outside for privacy.  They sat in Tony's car for a half hour talking business and making arrangements to stock the clubs.  When they made it back inside, the trollop was sipping Champagne and started raving to Joey about the taste.<br/><br/>The woman on stage had finished her set and they were walking off to take a break.  Tony was disappointed to see that she was in close contact with one of the guys in the band.  The one that she was with earlier in the day.  He was hoping to get a chance to talk to her but if she was in a relationship, Tony didn't want to mess that up.  There was going to be a break before the last set and Tony didn't want to sit with Joey all night and talk shop so Tony headed out.<br/><br/>He stopped by the gin joint at the end of his block and picked up a little brunette that had been drinking all night and was ready to head out and get fucked.  She was just a bar fly like so many other that went out, got drunk and got laid.  She was good for something but not anyone he would want to see a second time.  He had hopes for the singer at the club but had seen her holding that man's hand as they went back to take a break.  Her singing was enough to get him back to the club but he would have to see if he could overcome his disappointment of the opportunity that never developed.  Tony would have to remember to ask the owner next time he made a delivery.