No. I don't need a bartender. [mick stares into his bottle to find it empty, sighs frustratedly at the amber colored glass before tossing it into the bin below. briefly, he considers opening another bottle, but this is probably a conversation best had sober.]

I need help with the books — payroll, expenses, and the business side of things. I need someone I trust. I wouldn't be paying you bartender wages and you wouldn't have to serve a drink unless you wanted to.