Jet shook her head at the bartender/bouncer. 
"Hey Aubrey. Any other hard liqour back there? Vodka is getting old. " she would state plainly to the bartender. Tapping her empty glass. A wallet, a bit blood splattered, sitting open on the stand next to her cup. A few 20's sticking other from it. Mostly to pay for what she had already. 
[@Billsomething]