They'd been fighting. They fought a lot. Larry ordered another round and I told him that Roxie was too drunk to have another beer. He ordered the beer and ordered me to serve it. I refused. I called a cab and told them to get in and they dismissed it. And then he dismissed me.

"You serve her that beer or you quit," he said.

"That's damn illegal and you know it," I said.

"Then you're fired," he said.

I got my shit and left.

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