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Clayton found himself clearly at home as he gave Hagan a wide grin at the invitation to the VIP lounge. Of course, he hadn't been worried about getting inside it in the first place. Even if they had denied him entrance, which was a rare occasion but did happen once or twice thanks to his unfortunate habit of breaking things, it never stopped him from always finding another way in. The true secret to a good party was never finding the right party... It was making the right one, and if he had to find a way to sneak into where the good stuff was happening, he was going to do it and kick things up to 11. When Hagan claimed that Griffin couldn't enter however, his smile faltered. 

It wasn't like he really [i]wanted[/i] the kill-joy in there, in fact he truthfully didn't, but he couldn't deny that he owed the guy. The very reason they had been hanging out as of late was that Claytons bike had taken a serious beating from a stupid stunt he had tried, and Griffin had offered to fix it up free of charge. Anyone who was willing to do that, no matter how much of a 'Saint' they were, made them okay in Claytons book.

Fortunately, Griffin solved his dilemma for him. "Hey don't worry about it." The shorter man insisted quickly as he gave a surprisingly good natured smile and nodded towards where the VIP lounge was. "That's really not my scene anyways. You guys have a good time alright-?" His words were cut short by a new voice that he instantly found grating to his nerves. Griffin didn't even need to turn around to know who the creator of the words were, as it was none other than Christopher Pope. If he was honest, Griffin had very little interactions with him, but he could recall every one of them being unpleasant. The guy never had much good to say, and always seemed to have a certain air of condescension that simply made him seem... pretentious.

Clayton recognized him as well, but didn't really bother taking the time to feel annoyed or offended by his words. Taking the time to do that would only make it harder to enjoy the party. Instead he smiled widely and found his good mood un-containable as he moved to lean against the wall next to Claire and give her a quick wink, one that wasn't particularly flirty but instead just letting her know that he was about to say something about her. "Hey man, you haven't seen us party." He insisted with a confident swagger to his voice while taking a quick glance in Christopher's direction. "Don't call us the bottom of the barrel yet. Trust me, I know my partying and from what I've seen from Claire, she knows her stuff too. Maybe we can teach you a thing or two... Chris, was it?"