"Like they don't do that everywhere," I say, an edge of irritation cutting through my voice. I'm not fucking stupid and I'm not a kid. I've been through enough to know how to look after myself, and I might've been notoriously reckless, but right now I've got too much goin' for me to fuck it all up in a shithole like this.

I want another drink but I don't wanna rummage through my pockets to find somethin' to pay with, so I push off the counter, arms folded across my chest, looking as bored and relaxed as possible and keeping my eyes averted from everyone, including the two of them.