 What was going on with you and that guy sitting down by the service bar? What guy? What guy? The guy who kept putting his arm around you every time you went to pick up a tray of drinks. Oh, that. I hardly noticed. Look, it happens all the time. Oh, it does, huh? And you hardly noticed. Well, I noticed, and so did everyone else in the bar. When he couldn't take that anymore, Billy got a job selling records to music stores.