"Nah man," Dylan slurred as he set down his bottle. "The bosses don't like me comin' up in here and spendin' dough, you know? But a guy has to every now and then." He was already drugged off his ass; the beer wasn't helping. Dylan looked as though he may doze off any second. His eyes drooped, and he seemed all around sluggish. 

Meanwhile, down the counter, Jack couldn't help but take notice. He tilted his head back to drink from his own bottle, his eyes landing on the thick wad of money carelessly stuffed in Dylan's pocket. He set the bottle down and gave Orren a nudge. Orren, who was still stuck on his embarrassing moment with Per, snapped out of his day dreaming and looked over. It didn't take him long to see what his brother was eyeing. Orren gave Jack a glare and went back to his beer. Whatever Jack was planning, he wanted no part of it.