Here, I'll fix that.
I bartended a Boston nightclub in the 90's. One of the cocktail waitresses had a friend named Roland, and I would put him on my guest list, so he and his buddy could get in.
We did a lot of drugs at this particular club. The bar staff (8+ bartenders per weekend shift) all partied every weekend. I worked a one man bar in the 2nd floor, and my barback was the house coke dealer, and he would come in 30 minutes early every Friday and Saturday to set the bar up when no one was here, because when staff was there, he was too busy sorting everyone out to actually be a barback.
(Sidebar about me and my barback, Juan Carlos. Having him as a barback could be a burden, because he would slip away to do a deal regularly, sometimes when needed, and one night he hid in the beer cooler for the entire night hiding from a crazed Columbian dime piece. Good times with JC tho. One time the management had a staff meeting, and we all had to do a deep clean of the bars, remove the bottles, etc. JC and I exchanged meaningful glances during this meeting, and we made sure we were assigned the bar I worked. Reason being, people used to tip us in folded cocktail napkins all the time, and I would toss them in the tip bucket at the top of the back bar, where all the bottles were. Well, I missed a lot. When we cleared the bottles and cleaned the back bar, we must have found 30 random pulls and capsules, and about $1500 in baggies of Charlie Sheen).
Anyway, at this club, the staff used code words for drugs. A bartender would ask another bartender: Have you seen Ethan? Have you seen Carlos? The other bartender could let them know when the stuff was arriving.
So one night I am bartending, and have taken two hits of E, and was rolling face. The aforementioned cocktail waitress walks up to me and says, Have you seen Roland? And in that split second, I thought to myself, Oh man, that's such a better code word that Ethan!!! It's not even close!! How have I missed this??
'Matter of fact, he's been in my back pocket all night long!'
Cocktail waitress looks at me confused, and says, 'WTF are you talking about?'
Now, I'm confused for a second, then I figure out what she was really asking, and I answer 'Ohhh, Roland the guy! Uhhm, no, I haven't seen him.'
After that, we only used Roland as the code word, and 'Ohhh, Roland the guy!' was mockingly quoted back to me for months at work.
Roland was a good dude.