Fish in a barrel

Problem was, I was the fish… Arrived late on a Sunday night on a cold Manhattan night. I was staying at a hotel nearby - club is easy to find, though the small “S” logo requires you to be alert, especially with many of the buildings having by scaffolding right now.

Walked in the door and stopped in the breezeway. Desk and coat check to the left, security to the right. It was a $10 cover, brief pat down, and then shown into the room. They were going to get me a table but I told them I just wanted to start at the bar.

Ordered a vodka-soda for the Manhattan price of $22. Also got some $1s I’d never end up using. The bar was crawling with girls and one manager who introduced himself and was very nice and told me to find him if I needed anything.