Orpheus

I slid into work just before midnight, already well lubricated from the Brad Paisley concert, and poured myself a triple Jack and Coke.  There was a decent crowd, I went about my work, stocking, refilling, cleaning.  It was Latin Party-- the promoter arrived, the place filled up to capacity within fifteen minutes like a tidal wave overtaking a coastal town. 

Three bartenders scrambling to serve 100 people, one barback scrambling to keep from running out of necessities, unable to get to the store rooms, unable to move through the packed club.

...alerted security to the old homeless man dancing for change inside the VIP after his 'audience' made clear they wished her were no longer there.  It was cold outside-- he didn't want to go.

...ran out of ice, made several trips down to the corner store, dragging back bag after bag or ice, arriving only to have to go again almost immediately. 

...saw the girls screaming and bickering on the side walk, saw the unconscious girl dragged to the chair.

The police came shortly after to deal with the screaming girls, who had stopped their screaming and supplemented it with brawling.  Three cop cars, their lights a fine accompaniment to the house music blasting inside.  Upon entering the lobby, the cops discovered the OD in the chair, called an ambulance to take her away.  Official club position is that she drank too much... I've seen plenty of drunk people, none whose eyes rolled back like that.  Trying to move the girl angered her male companion-- he attacked the police officers and was promptly arrested.

Three strikes, you're out.  Tired of this nonsense, the NOPD shut down the Ohm Lounge at 3am, cleared everyone out, robbed us of at least another $1000 in tips.  The employees promptly went to @ to bemoan their misfortune.

"Chaos, baby.  Bang your head on that."