The rings stop. There is less and less connecting him to the world. Tips go in your pocket. Tips you don't share. It is a gratuity, a special pay for your services, not as the barman, but as yourself, the person, the one playing the role.
Tips are a private matter.
Private, delicate, between the one who gives and the one who takes. He pulls himself up onto the flat marble of the counter. Never touch the ice with your fingers. People do not like that, fingers in the ice-box is like fingers in the drinks. He falls again.