"Nah, mate. No tip needed. It's my job and it's, uh, it's all free of charge." Bill got out of the tesla and handed the keys back to Barty, trying not to touch his fingers or anything. "Real nice car, hope you had a good time here."

He nervously shuffled back so he was standing by Alfie, unsure what to think about any of this. What sort of guy had a secret dungeon like that? It was so weird. Why not go to a club or something? That was way more normal.

"Have a good evening, sir." Hopefully the card was worth the trouble.