INT. TURKEY’S NEST, W’BURG, BROOKLYN – 4:30 AM
It is after last call & Sleigh Bells blares loudly on the jukebox to a mostly empty bar. The skinny bartender (clad in an old Guns n Roses t-shirt with a boy scout uniform blouse on top, black jeans so tight his scrawny legs look like insect limbs & converse low tops) is transferring batches of dirty glasses from the tables to the bar top. He spots something shiny in one of the booths, and goes to pick it up. It is an amulet, gold in color, with a turquoise scarab pendant. As soon as he touches the pendant, he sways dizzily.
BARTENDER
Woah, dude! I feel worse than that time I got that effed up batch of
ketamine from my girlfriend’s roommate! Hey, I can see through my hand!