He nods.  "You'll do fine."  There are a few other bartender, two male, two female.  All in clubwear, all attractive.  One of the females is obviously of the same race as Denthor, the other is green-skinned with tiny red horns and red eyes.  The other two males are also of Denthor's race.  The bar is busy...few people actually drinking here, but getting drinks to take over to the tables on the side, or drinking as they stand and watch the dance floor before going back out to join in.  There's no time, really to even ask the names of the other bartenders, just a constant stream of making drinks, taking money, and making change.  Periodically a couple of busboys will come through clearing glasses and take away the dirties to be washed, or push in fresh glasses.