Lacy had changed into a low v-neck shirt with jeans but no shoes. Who needs shoes when you owned the place? She was behind the bar, fixing herself a glass of whiskey on the rocks. She looked up after pouring the drink to see him. "Cost? Oh no, Hun, don't worry about it," she said, smiling at him. "It's on the house. What do you want?" She raised her glass and took a sip while she waited for an answer.