He huffed, shaking his head, "It's a good thing we make a regular salary or we'd all be on the breadline." There was an almost laugh that followed, sweeping a hand through his hair, "Which isn't even called that anymore, if it ever even was. Not that it matters, since we don't exist anyway and wouldn't be collecting unemployment to start with."
He also tossed a half-wave to the bartender, looking just as bored as they always did, "What's that guy's name anyway? Frank? Floyd? Mercutio?"