"I...don't actually know, hang on a second," Jesse said. "Aaron!" he shouted, sticking his head into the garage. "When did that special we were running end?"
"That depends," came the answer.
"On what?" Jesse asked.
"Is whoever's paying still standing there?"
Jesse started to laugh. "Yes. And if I can hear you, so can he. Hell, all of Brooklyn can hear you."
"Just give him the special and get him out, Delacroix," came the exasperated answer. "I want to go home, and I can't while you're dragging your ass getting out of here."
"You love me and you know it, Aaron," Jesse said, withdrawing his head.
"Yeah, yeah."
"My boss," he said, with an elaborate wave at the door. "He's more cantankerous than that evil Harley back there, but he's an institution around here." He punched a few buttons on the register. "Anyway. If I did my math right, it's gonna come out to $70. What kind of club do you have?"