Nelly heads down the bar, with your drink in her hand; placing it in front of you. With a flick of her finger, a blue flame shoots up. She brings it in closer, and lights the cigarette that is hanging from her lips. Once it is lit, she shakes her hand, and the flame goes out. Her eyes hit yours, taking a deep drag, she blows it in your face.

"That will be nine fifty."

That includes the tip.

She tilts her head to the side, a smirk spreads across her lips as she waits for you to pay.