Ben rubbed at his neck sheepishly. "I didn't look too closely at the menu. Too many big Italian words I didn't want to try pronouncing, so I just said 'coffee'. But that's for the tip."
"Maybe I should. Check out your club, I mean," Ben said, watching as Jimmy pulled out a wallet that was so old it was probably made of dinosaur skin. He wrote something on it and gave it to him. "Thanks..."
He read it, confused. "What do you mean the ground floor is rough?"