 Why does Si deliberate on how to spend his night?
Even as Si listened to their speeches, accepted the watch and made a halting little talk of his own, he was grinning inwardly. Girard-Perregaux grunted his sarcasm and dialed a glass of iced tea and tequila. He was drafted into the working force reserves, served his time, and is now free from toil for the balance of his life. And morning would find him, drunk, rolled, tattooed and possibly sleeping it off in jail. Thus, Si was vaguely aware, it had always been down through the centuries since the Phoenecian sailor, back from his year-long trip to the tin mines of Cornwall, blew his hard earned share of the voyage's profits in a matter of days in the wine shops of Tyre.
 He’s spent his money on “cheap” entertainment in the past, and wants to do better now.
 He finally has the opportunity to let loose, and wants to revel in it.  He’s spent his money on “cheap” entertainment in the past, and wants to do better now.  He’s not used to this freedom and is unsure what to do.  He’s not used to living this way and is uncomfortable.