Dropping onto a stool next to James, Carter let out a long *Sigh*.
"Jack, gimme something cold and hard, and no dirty jokes this time..." he called out, dropping 111 .50 cal rounds into the tip jar.
"Coming right up princess!" Jack teased back, laughing, as he slid the drink over.
"Hardy, har-har..." Carter took a deep swig of the licqor, relaxing himself. His body was still tense with adrenaline from his earlier escapades. "So, pal, what's hanging?" He asked James.