Eh, money again. Tony missed his bank account. He really needed to get his business up and running in Goodland. Rent was cheap, but Tony was not. He held up some cash. "Already have a tab. Order what you want." He shot her a grin and patted the stool next to him. "Hey, sir? Mr. Bartend? Help my friend, would you, please?" He threw some cash in the tip jar.