"Name your price."
Eddie waved his fingers about, making mock-calculations in the air.
"Errm... five grand!"
"How about another drink instead?"
"Give it here and we'll talk."
Oswald snapped his fingers and a waiter refilled Eddie's drink almost immediately.
"Gracias," giggled Eddie, sipping his champagne with as much grace as he could muster, which wasn't much. Oswald watched Eddie with aloof fascination as he spilled some of the intoxicating beverage on his tie.
"How's business looking right now?"
Eddie took a pensive swig from his glass and smacked his lips. "It's improving."
Oswald cocked an eyebrow. "Let the bidding begin."