Elsie; looked towards the bar;
—- I think I will get a drink Ralph…

—- Ok… see ya when ya get back. [Ralph laughs…, right… Elsie.]

Elsie approaches the bar-keep.
—- Hello.

—- Hello he answers…, enjoying the party Elsie.

—- YES! …. How did you know my name, she asks…

Mackay winks at her; I like to know the names of my good looking customers…

Elsie laughs;
— Good looking eh! … I am seventy young man… you should respect your elders.

— Oh I do, believe me… You just do not appear to be an elder… I had you figured for fifty-ish.

— Fifty-ish… come on now… How old are you? …she asks. You do not look a day over forty.

— FORTY! … While I will have you know dear lady that I am thirty eight, going on eighteen.

Elsie laughs. He is funny, she thinks…

Elsie orders her drink and continues talking with the bar-keep… She stands at the bar chatting with him for awhile. Mackay talks with her as he mixes drinks…, excusing himself when he needs to talk with someone else about their beverage.

Mackay politely returns to his conversations with Elsie as quickly as possible.

Elsie looks at his name tag;
—- MacKay, is that a first name for last name?

—- First…., its Mackay Morrison ma lady… [Mackay bows…]

— …ma lady…? Now you are showing too much respect.

— How about this Elsie; [Mackay deepens, his voice…]
———— Would you like to park that classy chassis behind the bar… [He winks…, or have I gone too far…]

Elsie laughs;
—- Instead of arthritis I have rust… [Mackay smiles at her but he is busy with a con-sum-err…]
Elsie waits;
—- That would be nice… I have never been behind a bar Mackay.

She stands at the end of the bar watching Mackay mix drinks… he carries on very well with everyone she notices… Soon Mackay leaves his post and returns quickly with a stool.
—- Here ya go Elsie…