Shotoken calmly pulled a debit card out of his pocket.
"you take these, right?"
he calmly flicked the small card onto the bar, it sliding to the edge near the bartender before stopping.
"just keep the drinks coming and tell me if it runs out. it probably won't."
with that, he snagged the drink, drinking the thing somewhat quickly, although not quite a chugging, and putting the empty glass back on the bar.
"like I said, just keep 'em comin'!"
OOC:that card contains over a hudnred years of millions of dollars working up in the bank, combined with all sorts of winnings. to put it simply, he's filthy stinkin' rich, but doesn't like to show it. oh, and also, he's a REAL heavyweight. it's gonna take about ten of those before he's slightly drunk. it'll feel like the entire world's supply of elephants sat on his head tommorrow morning,though.