<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/4094843/600full-tegan-quin.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Delaney's brow quirks, even as she takes a moment to let her gaze move over the bartender.  Her attention doesn't linger there long, though, and she turns back to the woman in the floral dress with a vague smirk, nodding.  "Alright.  Not gonna tell me what it even is?"  She shrugs one shoulder, as if whatever it might be doesn't matter one way or the other with her, then her free hand slips into her pocket.<br/><br/>She removes her wallet, carefully slipping a hundred dollar bill from among several other bills inside, and palming it.  The folded money tucked into her hand, she reaches out to take the two shots of tequila, neatly leaving the cash in their place.  "Pleasure doing business with you, ma'am."  She drops a wink with her lazy smirk, then turns to walk away with the shot glasses cupped in one hand, and her arm still around Jade's waist, guiding her along at her side.  She leads the other girl to a spot against the wall, where there's no one dry-humping or passed out, and checks the drinks.</span></span>