“Who’s the kid, Julius?”
“That’s Aldo, Boss. He worked for Marcus ’til his joint got shot up. His cocktails are the best around.”
“That so? Hey, kid – what’s your specialty?”
Bashfully, the little barkeep adjusted his spectacles. “Well, Sir, I’ve been working on something…”
“Ok, Albert. Why doncha make me one? Maybe I’ll letcha stay.”
“Yes, Sir!” Trembling, Aldo mixed and poured the beverage.
As the liquid slid down his throat, Boss Rossi grinned. “Astounding, Albert! Whaddaya call it?”
The barkeep removed his spectacles and stared into his eyes. “Sunset in a cup, Sir.”
Suddenly, Boss Rossi lurched forward, retching.