Her are-you-crazy look earned a very deliberate and maybe too steady poker face back. He'd been trying to compliment her, but he hadn't thought 'somewhat cool' would be an overreach.

"Expensive like what? Expensive like a thousand for a gram of scag? Like nineties prices? What?"

She'd said she didn't know about the harder stuff, though. So maybe he'd better go and just find one of these dealers. Cassidy slapped the bar lightly with one hand, then picked up the first of the whiskey bottles to finish it off. Before putting it to his lips, he said:

"Actually. Never mind. Point me in the right direction; I'll sort it out with the man myself."