Newt heaves a sigh, nudging the now empty glass in front of him toward the bartender who shakes his head and takes it away, replacing it with a water and Newt's bill. He picks up piece of paper, ignoring the water entirely, and squints at it until he remembers he's not wearing his glasses. He reaches over Sawyer to grab at them, accepting the pretzels he's offered as he focuses back on the check.

"Yeah, dude, Dem--" He frowns, looking over to Sawyer with his tongue sticking the slightest bit out because the word's right there. "Demure... Help me out, man." He waves his hand nonchalantly because he's sure Sawyer will understand then moves to pull his wallet out of the inside of his jacket. "These drinks sure aren't cheap, man, next time we gotta find a bar for people on a budget. Or, y'know." He giggles to himself but it turns into a hiccup. "People who have jobs."