Bill and Gary sat at the Flamingo, one drink leading to another as they reminisced about old times. The evening darkness gave birth to streetlights and the traffic lights in the distance shone brightly, flicking from one color to the next.

The evening chill creeping in went unnoticed by the two men as they languished in their cheery atmosphere.

Gary abruptly looked down at his wristwatch and remembered he had to be off.

'I'll take care of the bill' Gary reassured, as he wrestled his jacket off the back of the chair. Bill, though, insisted on settling the account.

'Don't worry, I'll sought out the bill' he generously offered.

'Bill getting the bill - I like that' joked Gary as he headed off.

With Gary gone, and the prospect of leaving for home looming, Bill contemplated ordering another pint, while pondering on what the guys at the Pub & Grill were getting up to.

'In for a penny, in for a pound' he thought as the waitress approached his table with a pint in hand, though he hadn't ordered it yet.

'I didn't order another drink' corrected Bill, who had now sensibly reasoned that it was better to head home.

'I know' responded the confident waitress. 'It was ordered by the gentleman who's just left - Gary is one of our premium clients!'