Tommy rolled his eyes and let out a little groan. He gestured towards the credit card on the table. So much for free drinks. What was the saying? If something sounds too good to be true.
He gave another shrug when Len asked how many drinks he'd had. Like he'd been keeping track. The amiable discussion (tinged with what Tommy assumed were leading threats) was a waste of time. They obviously knew he didn't have cash on him. "Look, man, just run the card."
He let out a yawn and tried not to look too impatient. He wasn't hung over in the slightest, not for lack of trying. His eyes weren't bloodshot but they probably looked tired as hell. And he was starving.