Katja was growing to hate the guy more and more by the second. When his odor wafted over to her, her mind was totally made up. He was bickering over price and generally just being a pain in the ass. Leaning over, she whispered menacingly, "You know the price, want it or not?" Under the table, she fingered the weapon hidden in her jacket.
Luckily, he saw reason. The money slid over the top of the table while she passed the coke and pot under the table. "Having a party or something?" she asked snidely as he took the drugs. He didn't answer.
Soon he was gone and she was tucking away his money when she saw the waitress looking over at the table. Smiling, she played it cool. People could convince themselves of anything being reasonable if the guilty party didn't look guilty.