"Woah, you fixed it. Thanks a lot, I didn't want to lose my job." Newt tried to wring the water from his shirt now he knew he would indeed be here until end of shift, trying to make himself presentable and less soaked. It was going to be a tough day, especially if it stayed windy out. "I'll come over and we can see what happens. Maybe it'll be fun."

Maybe his mates would want Newt to fuck off. Maybe they just wanted cash (they were shit out of luck, he was broke). "How old is your boy then?"