“Oh Craig, you have no idea how much I appreciate having a friend like you. The bar business is full of snakes and scorpions and all sorts of individuals with colorful nicknames that want a piece of my businesses.
“Are you going to be ok?”
“Henri-Pierre is always ok, my friend,” he said smiling. “Beautiful bartender!! Two shots of Los Arango Tequila Blanco."
Just as quickly he was gone again, back out onto the snowy streets of New York City, going who knows where.