Westinghouse looks up at the man, he hadn't even noticed his presence as he left the bar. ~Right....the big city. Need to get back to Mobile...~ He props up the woman, who slowly is coming back to her faculties, grumbling something about a headache, must have drank too much she says.
"Quesadillas....Riiight.....We should have some. I'm sorry my date is, fighting a low iron deficiency tonight. " *He helps her toward the entry back into the club, surveying the barman as he passes him. Taking his time he grins suddenly. "Shots...when you go back on duty 6 rounds for me and my friend here, make it...lemon drops. " A crisp $100 is slipped into J-S's pocket.