Thomas swirls his drink, giving you a pitying look. “Alright, doll,” he says, “You can't afford my prices, so let's not act like ya’ can.”

Humoring you won't get him money, and since money is the only thing he gives a damn about, there's no advantage in continuing. He knocks back the rest of the glass with a sigh.

“Now, go,” His sweet tone leaves in seconds, changing for an impatient one. He gives you a grin, “I have clients waiting that can actually pay, and I don't want to make them wait.”