Collatoral

Looking down at your outfit and then back at the barkeep you can't help but ask, "How much for my clothes?"

It's a shock to hear yourself saying that, but you tell yourself that you're just exploring options.

"Well... let's say a couple of drinks."

"Each?" you ask hopefully. You're not sure how much you want to drink, but you decide to play wiley.

"Well..."

"Go on, Phil, I'd say she's good for it," the guy who entered with you says, grinning.

"Alright," the barkeep shrugs. "Two each."

Letting out a sigh of relief you make up your mind, and reach for the laces to remove your...