[color=00a651]"I think I saw him at the bar. Here, I'll see if he's still out there. Sit tight." [/color]Marco said, taking a hit from the cig before getting up. He went behind the counter, and took out a brown paper bag, hooking it under his arm. He opened the door, looking around. He didn't see anyone. That was, until he looked up at the roof. There was his man. Oh, and it was the woman from the bar, too.

[color=00a651]"Oi! What're you doing up there?"[/color] Marco yelled up at them. His eyes were glazed, and he looked a little unsteady. It seemed like the waterweed was having quite the effect on him. Hell, it looked like even a cross breeze would knock him over. [color=00a651]"Do...Do you know? If you guys fell down, I don't have insurance for that."[/color] He was pointing, and making a big scene, and acting like a buffoon. Completely different from who he looked like in the bar. He had the cig hanging from his mouth, so it was obvious he'd been smoking something.

[color=00a651]"This guy with a dog...You're harassing him! Why do you hate dogs!?"[/color] He was swaying a little, and waving his hands around while he talked. [color=00a651]"A-and you! Robot lady! Get down from there, you...You robot."[/color]