"Don't let the silk shirts fool you, if you saw where I usually drink, you'd know I'm a cheap date too." He chuckled, knowing what she'd placed in front of him just from the sound the can made on the counter. "Or I guess it's where I used to drink now."
He took the offered pen and pad and ripped out a page, not wanting to ruin the ones under it. He grabbed a coaster from the stack that didn't seem like it'd ever been used and set that under it instead. Using one hand to guide and the other to use the pen he started poking at the paper, rather than writing, stabbing out the word fuck fairly quickly and then flipping the paper over before handing it to her. "Now you know fuck." he grinned simply, setting the pen down to pop open the beer and tip it back.