07-28-2013, 07:03 AM
Clay watched as two boys made their way over to the bar. He stared over at the Disc Jockey as he began to change music before focusing back on the two. One apparently wanted his "strongest" drink while the other wanted to know why he was getting two. Humans were truly funny. "You sure you want my strongest one? I mean he barely drunk the glass and he's..." he stared over at the boy from earlier. He was sleeping like a little kid. He was back there until either the police took him out or his friends came to claim him. If they still wanted the drink, he could oblige to their wishes. He reached down for the large bottle the drink was housed in, the purplish drink coming to surface.