[hr][hr][color=Firebrick][h3][b][i][center]Clayton Radshaw[/center][/i][/b][/h3]
[center][b]Location: London, some dirty old alleyway.[/b] 
[b]Interacting With: [@shamrocknroll].[/b][/center][/color][hr][hr]
 
Clayton chuckles which inadvertently causes him to wince in pain. 
[color=lightblue][i]"What? Aren't married woman allowed to drink? Your not pregnant are you?"[/i][/color] 
He asks as he takes the cigarette and let's it hang loosely in between his lips. It was a rhetorical question and his tone gave away his playful teasing.
[color=lightblue][i]"Honestly I don't think I'm welcome back at work after last night, think I'll just avoid that awkward conversation. Your room sounds great though."[/i][/color] he says more seriously. [color=lightblue][i]"I gotta be on a plane this arvo anyway and I don't think this is any state to travel in.

Shit! What's the time?"[/i][/color] 
Then there's the frantic patting as he checks all his pockets again and again. He finds a wallet but nothing else.

Slightly disappointed he shrugs it off.
[color=lightblue][i]"Say, your not from around here are you? What brings you to these parts?[/i][/color]