The bartender didn't fill the glass back up, instead carefully took the empty tumbler away.  Luke didn't fight it, could barely hold the glass properly, so it was given up without much effort, gliding with ease from his fingertips.  Eddy was right; he'd had enough... But he still wanted more, and the young man couldn't help a small pout as he held up his hands in a vague, surrendering motion.<br/><br/>"Tease," he murmured, the word slipping out as soft as a sigh-- he hadn't even meant to say it out loud, simply thinking it in his head.  Getting cut off while he was starting to feel so much better, being told there were more beautiful tattoos to see and not able to see them... Luke shook his head, feeling like he was underwater, and still unaware he was speaking his mind.  "Not fair... Not fair."<br/><br/>The boy fished around in his pocket, pulling out a battered wallet and some keys; the keys he stared at for a second, then slowly put them away again, safe and secure.  "What do I owe you...?"  This was louder, actually meant to be said, and he awkwardly thumbed through the few crumpled bills he had stashed.<br/><br/>Barely enough to cover the drinks, might not even cover the whole amount... But Luke was past being able to count right now.  He just pulled free the small, green bits of paper and held them out for Eddy to take, elbow on the table to prop up his arm.<br/><br/>"Enough...?" He asked, a hazy, hopeful look on his speckled face.  He didn't have anything else of value to offer if he came up short.