The bartender flips a shaker off the back of his hand, catches it mid-air, then tosses a jigger and lands it clean inside a tin.
He lines up four shot glasses and pours from high above, steady and clean, not a drop spilled as the whiskey streams perfectly into each one.
The crowd murmurs in amazement.
For the finish, he slaps down a napkin, launches the tin into a backflip, and catches it behind his back with a bow.
The napkin flutters to the bar and the room breaks into applause.
"Thank you. Thank you," he beams, watching as his audience slowly thin out—Trick.
Foxy motherfucker.
Petty thief, confidence gamer, and 'freelancer', name one thing this dude isn't involved in.
He's a small-time criminal trying to joggle through the unforgiving life of ghetto New York, and I've been ch
