"What do you mean, you've lost a body?" The bartender looked at a very tipsy Layla.
"I'm telling youuu! Oh you ain't lissening. Gimme another vodka lemonade, this thing is empty."
"As long as you're paying for it."
"Do I look like a bank? Takin' da piss. Romeyo will be paying!"
"Hmm. Who's Romeyo when he's at home?"
"Oh for God's sake." Layla looked around, "Romeyoooooooo? Oh Romeyooooooo?"
"Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father! Wefuse thy name!"
At the loud proclaimation, the crowd looked around, then up. Nerdyy was standing on a table, beer mug held aloft.
"There's Romeyooo!" Layla pointed gleefully.
"Helloooo, bebbeeeeeeeeee!" Nerdyy held a hand out for Layla and pulled her onto the table.
"Oh Romeyo, are you d d d drunk?" she giggled.
"Me and d d d drunk? I don't get drunk!" Nerdyy swayed.
"Hold on Romeyo, the boat is tipsy!" She grabbed him before he fell off the table entirely.
"Hmm. Listen you two," It was the bartender again. "Drink at the bar, dance on the floor, eat on the table. That's how it is here."
"NOW YOU LISTEN HERE!" Layla bent down and glared at the bartender.
"I'm listening little girl, and I don't like what I'm hearing."
"I want to speak to the MANAGER! NOW!" Layla almost fell off the table, and Nerdyy grabbed hold of her.
"I am the manager."
"Do you know who I am! Do you?"
"I don't really care either way. Just get off the table, nice and easy..."
"Hic!" Nerdyy lost balance and fell off the table.
"Romeyooooooo!" Layla scrambled down, got to her knees. "Look what you did! I'll sue you! This is your fault!"
"Hey, I didn't touch the guy," The bartender looked nervous. "But, I've got a room to the back, let's take him there."
They carried Nerdy, and passed behind the DJ. The DJ frowned at Layla as she peered over the speakers and mixers, checking him out up and down.
"Who's that?" Layla said, following the bartender into the room.
"Who's who?" The bartender placed Nerdy on a bed.
"That guy, the DJ!"
"What do you wanna know for?" The bartender looked at Layla with a raised eyebrow. He knew her type, he thought to himself. They all think they have a degree in pulling men.
"I swear to God, I've seen him somewhere before!"
"Yeah sure you have," the bartender smirked.
"So who is he?"
"I don't know."
"What do you mean you don't know? What kind of manager are you?"
"Listen, are you the Minister of Consumer Services or something? I don't need to answer your questions, little girl."
"No, belieeeeve me! I saw that guy somewhere, and I don't get good feelings about it. Maybe he's a murderer! You never know! So temme who he is!"
"I'm telling you, I don't know who he is. The DJ who was scheduled tonight got sick or something, this is his sub. He's doing a damn good job innit. "
Nerdy groaned from the bed. "Nerdyyy! You okay?" Layla knelt down on the bed. Nerdy pried his eyes open.
"I think I'm fine. I need a drink!"
Layla looked around the room and grabbed a bottle. "Here, have this!"
"Hey hey. That's my most expensive bourbon. There's a reason it's stored back here and not at the bar."
"Listen mister, whatever your name is...Hey what's your name anyways?"
"Why do you need to know?"
"Just tell me! Are you a criminal or something that you're scared to give your name?"
"I'm no more a criminal than you are, little girl."
Layla opened her mouth to answer, then closed it sheepishly. She looked sideways at Nerdy, as if waiting for him to say something. Nerdy was laid back, happily sipping from the expensive bourbon bottle, a king in his castle.
"Okay. If it makes any difference, you can call me DM."
