The mephit chuckles at that, yawning softly as he reaches down into his slacks, hefting aside his sac and fishing out his wallet from beneath, where no would-be thief would have the nerve to look. Of course, that means the wallet and the money inside smell like it came fresh from an orgy, but that's someone else's problem. The wallet itself is fat and heavy, and Ferus has to rummage through various credit cards that don't belong to him, some very... odd currencies, and finally into normal money, fishing out a few hundred dollar bills and setting them on the table. "However much this'll get me." He doesnt seem to be particularly money... well, anything, after treating them like scraps of paper.<br/><br/>The skunk himself leans back onto the barstool once he knows it will support his weight, yawning softly and tucking his wallet back where he got it, as he looks around the bar at the other patrons. "What kinda stuff goes on 'round here? I'm not much one for socializing, the complaints about my male-scent get old pretty fast. But I'm bored lately and I'm just about to go off my rocker if I don't figure out something entertaining to keep boredom at bay."