Frankie knew that they were cutting their prices even more these days, and even though money didn't really hold much value in an infected city it wasn't something he would usually be short of. He looked up at Jack and nodded.<br/>"The usual sounds like choice" he mentioned as it turned to see Maggie finishing her singing... her voice was very beautiful as was she. But Frankie knew better than to try anything on with her, she was spoken for and not like a lot of the ladies here had once been like.<br/>"Ey old sport, you never know, they might even be a business boom around the corner for you" He said, trying to lighten his friends dampened spirits. Although he didn't hold much hope for them, the world had seemingly forgotten about them, but they'd just simply continue as though life had never changed for them. It wasn't living but quite simply surviving. As Jack passed Frankie his drink he enjoyed the harsh fire that fled down his throat along with the sweet taste of whiskey. There was nothing Frankie liked more than a Whiskey on the Rocks.<br/>"Jimmy's Jazz is definitely a lot better than I remember it being in the beginning, old sport" Frankie mentioned to Jack, who seemingly didn't mind the off tone that would occur once in a while.