Vis gripped the neck of the bottle tight and his knuckles went white, 'what's with people and my lisp?!' he thought to himself before taking another swig to calm his nerves. "three, with you bring tha third." he took another long draw from his bottle and felt the passivizing rush I got from well rounded fluid, "whath ith it thath you wanth from me?" he asked bluntly, slipping the drink forward to her and pulling his scarf back over his mouth, putting his hands behind his head to tighten it up. His eyes flicked back to the lazy eyed mystic and then to the hooded girl in front of him. "How about you take off your hood?"