"What's the matter?" I asked.
"Look," he commanded.
I added up the column and checked the total. Then I thought back over the number of drinks we'd had. Listless pulled out a pocket slipstick but I didn't need it.
"The price," I said in a hushed whisper, "has doubled."
Listless turned to the bartender.
"What's the idea?" he asked. The guy shrugged.
"That's the latest," he said. "I can't help it. I gotta pay more, I gotta charge more."
"Who's your supplier?" asked Outhouse.
"Drake," said the bartender.
Murphy turned to us.