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[color=yellow][b]Being An Idiot[/b][/color] [/Center]

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Donny took a step back as Jules managed to pull herself to her feet. Surprising, as the blonde figured she was crippled from Simon crushing her. He could be wrong, though, clearly. Especially since she pushed her way past him, causing him to stumble on one foot momentarily as he swore the pissed off woman wanted to knock him over. And after he brought her here, too! Not his fault she had hit her head; She should've just weaved a little better instead of being essentially a corpse. He offered a shrug at her remarks, before sitting down at the bar since that's what he was here for anyways. 

He... Didn't realize the man who passed him in the race was also a part time bartender, but since the first round was on Annie, Donny figured it didn't matter who was giving him the drink since it was paid for. One of the glasses atop the bar filled with whiskey was now in the boy's hand; And without any hesitation he tilted his head back, downing the glass with reckless abandon as he usually approached social situations. Glass hitting the table, he sat there for a moment, blankly staring at the glass with squinted eyes. He felt... Odd. Like something in his stomach was twisting; Like his mind was bending to another reality he couldn't quite explain at the moment, and as he tried to process it, he only felt more confused and slightly emotional. Hand releasing the glass, he brought the now free hand up to his face and wiped some sweat away that had built from the heat outside; A soft exhale of air escaping him. What was this feeling? Sadness from not getting first? Anger that Jules was an idiot spitting her drink into Joseppi's face? Interest in the candy-girl Annie? Or wondering why  Mr. Ten Gallon Simon was taking so long?

Wait, no...

[i][sub]It was just disappointment.[/sub][/i]

[color=yellow]"That's it?"[/color] Donny thought aloud, annoyed. He didn't feel anything from that drink: Usually he'd blame it on only being able to afford cheap shit but that drink seemed a slight notch higher. But all Donny felt from it was a sadness that it left him with nothing but a small aftertaste. Elbow on the bar, he rested his head atop his palm and glared back at the bottles behind the bar. Well, shit. This was a waste of time. At least he got a cold drink? He had expected more from it than that, but for the moment all he had was disappointment. He stayed silent, aside from a few barely audible grumbles made as complaints about what he just experienced.