"It's a gift," Tommy commenting back, giving Mark a smirk and a wink. A gift. Super speed. Same difference. And sometimes it could be a real pain in the ass like the fact that he couldn't get fall down drunk even if he wanted to.
Tommy kept a close watch on the bill and didn't make any move to grab it. Yeah, he was tempted but he also'd been around enough to know there ain't no such thing as a free lunch. He was pretty sure now that the pair didn't want him as a bar back or some shit like that but they hadn't gone into details. Tommy didn't want to commit himself to anything, at least not yet. Options open and all that crap. He gave Len a critical look and raised an eyebrow.
Tommy waited until the pair was almost at the door before he grabbed his wallet and shoved it into his back pocket. He gave a mock two finger salute in acknowledgement to Len's last words.
He waited until they left, the picked up the hundred dollar bill and headed back to the bar. He talked to the bartender for a bit and got a little more information. He nodded a lot then put a stop to the conversation when it very much delved into the whole realm of too much information. He really didn't need to know how awesome the sex was. Seriously.
He drummed his fingers on bar top for a few minutes... Ngggh. Decisions. Finally, he pocketed the hundred and grabbed a single from his wallet. He borrowed a pen from the bartender, scribbled a message on the one dollar bill then handed it to Jan to pass along to the duo the next time they were in.
There were two words written on the bill: 'No promises.'