Mr. Cool

Danny Rescue sits in his dressing room after a gig, he's smoking and has a watered down whiskey sour in his hand. His manager Cliff walks in looking happy as a clam.

Cliff:
Danny, Danny, Danny. My boy- my sweetest act and my most reliable down payment- my favorite insurance policy that I'm not swallowed whole by this man eater that they call show business. How the hell are you? Banging show tonight Danny baby absolutely dynamite- if you where any better you would have blown out the house lights. How the hell are you?

Danny:
I'm doing peaches Cliff. I'm getting drunker by the second and the crowd is still dizzy- I'm doing straight fucking peaches tonight.

Cliff:
Mr. Cool- always Mr. Cool. Oh- that reminds me, I got a paycheck for you here- I've already shaved off my share and you can take a- are you ready for this? I think a drum roll is in order- tonight Danny Boy- Mr. Cool himself- you are taking a whopping three hundred and sixty eight dollars and fifty two cents all the way down to the motherfucking bank!

Danny:
Three sixty eight?

Cliff:
And fifty two cents baby- for a spectacular nights work. You know what I think? I think that this here club will fill up the trunk of that big ol' Cadillac of yours with all the firewater they keep on the top shelf. That's how good of a show tonight baby.

Danny:
You think so?

Cliff:
Baby I know so- enough firehouse whiskey to drown the farmers of Ireland- all on tap for you- Mr. Cool fucking boots.

Danny:
You think Norm will sign me up for another gig? Same time next week?

Cliff:
Danny baby- I've already spoken to good ol' Norm at great length about your future with this fine, fine speakeasy. He says you got a place here any time you get a hankering to belt out that buttery voice of yours.

Danny:
No shit?

Cliff:
I shit you not baby- this is big. This speakeasy pulls in more classy music lovers than Carnegie Hall on a good night. You and I- we got it made from here on out baby.

Danny:
You and who Cliff?

Cliff:
Come again Danny baby?

Danny:
You heard what I said Cliff. You need me to say it again I'll be happy to oblige, but I don't think you need a repeat and I really don't think you need me to explain the situation to you here.

Cliff:
Danny, Danny- what the hell you talking about- we had a dynamite show, and we're going to have fifty more just like it I swear to you- the deal is sealed baby- here lemme pour you another drink Mr. Cool- you know why? Because you fucking deserve it tonight baby- you drink till your ready to do a duet with that big ol' pretty full moon outside.

Danny:
That's the Cliff's master plan eh? Whenever there's a hint that he might get kicked to the curb and land on his flashy cheap rags he reaches for the big brown bottle and tilts it right down Danny boy's throat.

Cliff:
Whoa, whoa baby- cool your boots for a second I wasn't trying to-

Danny:
Deny it up and down it you want but me you and everyone we know- knows that you hone in on the clients with a thirst for the firewater so that when the time comes for them to drop your lazy ass to the curb you can sneak out the back door while they crawl on their belly out the front.

Cliff:
Danny baby- talk straight with me here- what are you saying? You saying you want to drop me? You want to fire the guy who just sealed the deal for the finest partnership of singer and bar in the history of this crazy town? Is that what you're telling me?

Danny:
That's what I'm telling you.

Cliff:
Come on now Dan- you know you're my best client-

Danny:
Can it. Take your pity party to another sucker who's fallen off the wagon.

Cliff:
You can't do this to me Dan- you can't fucking do it. Not now- I'm falling Dan, my nails are scraping the edge of the cliff baby and I'm ready to fall, I'm about to be eaten alive by this business- I got debts man, I got debts you can't imagine against some of those violent fucking fat cats. You know those guys Danny- they'll fucking destroy me- they'll step on my fingers and kick me into the fucking pit all the while smoke a big fat cigar and getting their dick sucked by their supermodel wives. You can't do this to me- you can't I need you man- I need this gig. What am I going to do? I've got those debts- they'll fucking kill me Dan!

Cliff:
Fuck you.

-Not the end. Next chapter should be up later today.-