"Anything's fine," Ted sighed in relief, glad the bartender didn't think he was crazy. Well, if he did he wasn't showing it, at least, and that was what Ted was glad for. He reached into his back pocket for his wallet.
"How much do I owe you?" he asked. Couldn't be more than five, right? He threw down a ten, figuring that would cover it. He hadn't had beer in a long time, he wasn't sure he remembered what it tasted like.