Xan pulls out his copy of Leo's credit card. "Hey, hey, wait up. Bar, could you get me a hip flask of whiskey and another of absinthe for Leo?"

Certainly, napkins a napkin. First one's free.

Xan blinks slowly. "In that case, make them really good liquor, okay? And some weed if you've got some, it's been a while since the last care package from Leo's mom."

The requested products appear. Xan slips them into some cunningly hidden pockets designed for exactly this purpose. "Alright, now we can go."