Zack walked up to the door of the club after a very long night.  He hadn't wanted to do the 'favor' for his friend.  Perhaps he shouldn't have, but there was no changing it now.  With a nod to the bouncer he walked in, he always talked to whoever was at the door normally, he got to know them.  They usually had a good amount in common.  But tonight he was in no mood to talk to anyone.<br/><br/>Walking up to the bar he found himself a seat and waited until the bartender came up to him.  "Gimme the cheapest scotch you got."  After the drink was poured he grabbed the bottle as the man behind the bar started to pull it away.  "Leave it."  He said as he threw two hundred dollar bills on the table.  "Gimme another to."  He said rather shortly.<br/>"I can't."  Said the young bartender.<br/>"Don't worry, there are exceptions for me."  He was growing tired of this kid.  He was obviously new, and it was annoying.  But just as he was thinking that a call would have to be made another bartender walked over and apologized, as he pulled him away.<br/><br/>Zack swallowed down the glass instantly, pouring another.