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Clay growled as the newcomer burst into the room, his loud obnoxious energy only further irritating and draining Clay. He ignored him, and seemed to be ignoring Evelyn too.
Without pausing he continued to stumble into the attached fancy bathroom, the immaculate pristine clean room laden with empty liquor bottles and crumpled bloody clothes. 
Clay carefully navigates the shattered glass of a broken bottle on the floor as he steps towards the bath. With a load groan he slips into the empty tub.
With a swig and a sigh he finally turns his head to address Evelyn.

[b]”That wasn’t me.[/b]” he replies flatly. Then with that goofy yet charming proud grin that he used so well, he continued.
[b]”As promised, showers just over there. Don’t mind me.”[/b] Then he took another swig from the bottle and held it out in offer.