The guy in the expensive business suit tosses back his drink, feeling it warm his chilled bones, and gestures for the barkeep to hit him again. Then he hears a tiny voice to his right:
"Wow! That's a really nice suit. You have great taste!"
Armani looks to his right but nobody is there. He turns back to the festivities going on in the room. Someone has hiked down their trousers and is defecating in the much-abused spitoon. Must be clearing his throat in preparation...
"I mean, seriously, that is one killer suit. And you fill it out pretty damn well, too, mister."
Same little voice again. Sounds like it's maybe coming from behind the bar. The guy leans over and peers behind, but nobody's there either.
You smell pretty good too, buddy. What do you guys think?
"Oh yeah!"
"Damn straight!"
"I think I'm in love"
Armani jumps back when he realizes the voices are issuing from the dish of beer nuts by his right elbow. And the barkeep finally arrives with the bottle to replenish his glass.
"What the hell's with those beer nuts?" demands the suit.