Hey, hey, don't do that. Don't do that. Put that away.

[ he waves his hand, but if she wants to tip their bartender handsomely... well. they probably should. frank doesn't try to remove the money from the bar just, wow this is mortifying. thanks, he hates it all. ]

I can take it, you're fine. [ but he's getting up, since he's guessing this fucking night is over. he checks his hood to make sure it's all the way up and turns away from her with a pitchy sigh, stopping so he can (of course) have the final word. ] Next time, just say what you mean. To some people, a drink is still just a drink.

[ he snorts to himself, truly in self-deprecation. ] I really am an old-fashioned son of a bitch.