Comes the bill.

After many rounds Lisa had gotten pretty drunk, yet she continued to drink and laugh.

Jessica on the other hand didn't drink that much after the first round, often only making the motion yet not taking even a sip, enjoying herself as she looked at her target getting drunk on cheap ****. The orders were to dispose of her, but broadly speaking that word had many meaning when used on a woman. After meeting her target Jessica was sure that killing her was a waste of resources, while selling her to a brothel or using her as a pleasure girl in the gang would be a more fitting way to 'dispose' of her.

Finally no more booze was coming their way, the bottle of **** instead now replaced with a lengthy bill.

Lisa was too drunk to mind the small piece of paper, but not drunk enough to ignore the <Five hundred bucks!> yell coming from Jessica, which brought her sense back, even if a little.

After the waiter explained, the situation was as such. The booze they drank was an expensive one. Sober Lisa might have argued that it was cheaper than water, but drunk Lisa had no such wits and accepted their arguments as they came.

However, she had no such money, paying the toll when she came into town drained her finances and the same applied for Jessica.

As if already expecting this, a burly man came to their table, introducing himself as Silas Burns.

He stood tall at 5'10", about 45 years old. He had thick graying hair that extended down to and along his jawline. He was unarmed but was the only member of the Laughing Man's staff to be so.

“So the ladies here can't pay” he surmises, before offering a solution “No worry, no worry. We can always find a solution, can we not?”

Drunk Lisa was easily swayed into nodding at his suspicious words, and now was waiting for him to come up with a solution.