"500?!" What the fuck? Bill's eyes nearly bulged out of his head. He stared at Barty for a few and then felt a sudden surge of concern. What exactly did he intend to do to him that was worth 500. It wasn't going to be a generous tip, was it. So what was he working for that was worth 500. And did he care what it was? No, not really. "That sounds -- brill. I'm fucking down."

He could keep like half of that for himself and have a hell of a weekend. He had to spend it fast, of course. If he didn't spend fast, he'd probably get robbed so it was usually drink and drugs.

Picking up his glass of wine, he took a sip... and then tried to hide his distaste. It always tasted so gross. "So when do you fancy starting?"