Ray-Ray realized it the second the liquid slid down his throat, he hated liquor. He began to cough and hack, his body doing its best to get the dry and bitter liquid out of his system. Ray-Ray ignored the all eyes that were burning onto my back. He was not the least bit embarrassed, although his face was a little red. Ray-Ray grabbed a cup of water and downed it in seconds, the cool liquid calmed his inflamed throat. "Finally, peace and quiet." He mumbled to himself although things were getting tense inside the bar.

Ray-Ray glanced outside, wondering why things were getting so thick. Unfortunately, when he saw the scene that was right outside, he understood. There was a crowd, and they seemed to be watching something inside. Ray-Ray raised an eyebrow at that, we're they utilizing weapons? That could have ended badly for everyone involved. Ray-Ray thought about reporting this, but he thought against it.

Ray-Ray walked outside and tried to get a glance of the fighters. He thought of the fighters of buff, strong marines. He shoved and pushed his way through the crowd, earning him a bunch of angery stares. By the time he got to the middle he was sure his shirt would burst into flames with all the stares. Ray-Ray was surprised by what he saw, there was a skinny white haired kid with a gun, punching a large marine in the face. He cringed at the sight of it, this guy was much stronger then he let on. Ray-Ray began to chant and laugh, the mob mentally was very inducing.