Give whatever cash you have on hand to the nerdette

You take out your wallet and give the nerdette the fifty that you were planning to use to pay the cover charge at LeRonte, the one classy place in the Red Light District.

"Seriously?" the nerdette says. "My mechanic won't even spit polish my bumper for fifty bucks, much less fix this mess you've made. You better cough up some more dough."

"Really?" you say. "For fifty bucks