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Clay was still behind the bar taunting the [@Griffintaur] with a smug grin and oversized container of water when the new young lad chucked down some coins. With a steady hand Clay swept them up and studied them for a moment, then looked over the kid, then back at the coins. 
They jingled as they fell into his pocket and a moment later he produced a squared shape bottle and planted it directly in front of the parched newcomer. 

As he expertly popped the cork vapours of the murky liquid escaped the bottle and the smell of a strong sailors alcohol tinted with hints of spice and ginger hovered over it. Clay looked at the bottle with his pale blue eyes and gave it an agreeable nod. 

As if finally, those piercing pale blue eyes fell upon the Fox masked woman.[@aia2022] His stare was somewhat intense. Deep, firm and unapologetic. His eyes were all serious but a playful cocky smirk tugged at the corner of his lip.

The boy sitting beside Lavender (who was surprisingly looking much better) groaned as the bare chested muscular tattooed bartender approached.