"Reimbursement? We did not ask for these-- they were sent with no explanation." A huff, "Here, you may have this one back." Rokuro shoves his half-finished tequila sunrise into the chest of the man in front of him.

There are at least twenty empty glasses of various shapes and sizes. For something they hadn't asked for, they had most certainly partaken. What else was one supposed to do with seemingly gifted drinks? Not drink them?

"And we are new here. We have nothing with which to pay you." Judging by the way the ringleader is looking at Rokuro, he can think of at least one thing that might settle the tab, though he clearly isn't about to say as much outright.

"Let's make a wager. Me and my rebel sister here will play you at a game of your choice. You win? We'll pay your tab for the rest of the night. We win? You give us your gear. All of it. And walk out of here buck-ass naked." A point to the goggles sitting askew upon Rokuro's head.

"Those included."