The best laid plans...

So, last night we decided that my cousin's club was so much fun, we' do the same thing, minus of course any trips to the bathroom, or so I thought. So we get there, we're hangin out. We sit wiith my cousin's friends Au (I don't know how to spell it, I barely know how to say it). Cute girl, lots of fun. So we're there for about 45 minutes and Andrew says, "I can't hold it any longer, man..."
"What are you gonna do?"
"I don't know..."
"I was thinkin, maybe if you give him like a 20 before he does anything, and try to motion that you don't need anything from him... but then again, you don't want him to think you want something extra if you give him that much upfront."
"Check this out... I'm gonna go into the stall, he can't possibly follow me in there... this way I avoid any... misunderstanding."
"Yeah?.. Yeah, yeah that sounds like a plan...yeah..."
"...yeah... I'll be back..."
"I'll get you another beer."
"yeah"

moments later

"How'd it go?"
"Yeah..."
"Yeah!?"
"Yeah... he put the towel on me as I went into the stall and handed me 2 pieces of toilet paper..."
"... yeah?.. and?"
"... he still massaged me once I came out..."
"and?"
"... and he cracked my neck..."
"... and..."
"and my back."
With a sigh and a pat on the back, "at least it wasn't while you were actually goin to the bathroom this time... right? Did you tip him?"
"... yeah."
Waitor: Heinek..?
"Mine"