The night was going incredibly. You'd been enjoying your meal, talking and laughing, telling stories and jokes, it felt like the science block of a highschool, cause you had chemistry. The night was going so well, that he was barely aware when he paid the bill, the man in the middle of a hilarious story when the server came back. "Your card was declined." He spoke bluntly, with no tact whatsoever. Stolas froze, head snapping up at him, a frown quickly crossing his face as he stared at the server, the man simply staring back, hand extended, clearly expecting payment. And so, without missing a beat, Stolas raised his hand, still with a frown, he'd wave his hand, a portal about the size of a dinner plate appearing besides him, before he simply reached in, before pulling out a sack, dropping it before him, the sack opening to reveal a small stack of golden coins and hands to the waiter.