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Glancing briefly at the two older men, Clive gave a soft chuckle before downing the rest of his drink and stretching, his cloak sliding back quite a bit to where a variety of guns could be seen ever so briefly on his back and in holsters on his waist and upper thighs. "This was an interesting trip. He's going to have one heck of a hangover in the morning though if he finishes off these bottles," the dirty-blonde teen chuckled in that rather gruff voice for a boy his age. He then dug through a pocket only to set a couple of crumpled twenties on the bar for the bartender. Slapping his hand against the demon's hands unbuttoning the shirt, he let out a soft huff. "Don't turn into a stripper drunk. Barkeep, can you get me a cup of ice? You might want to use the ice on the back of his neck to help keep him from stripping, doctor."

"And there's that lucidity showing itself. He's borderline drunk. Look, uh... Caesar, it always starts out with just a few buttons. Next thing you know, you're naked as a jaybird. My cousin is a stripper drunk and I had to pick her up from a bar. It started with a few buttons 'cause the room was getting hot," Clive responded in a level tone of gruffness if that was even possible. He then removed his hand and sat back down in his chair, his gaze shifting over to Dr. Fields for a moment. "He starts turning stripper drunk, angry drunk or too much info drunk, you might have to drag him back home, doc. And it's best not to worry about what other people think 'cause other people don't matter. Be who you are and be true to yourself. If you aren't, you're about as good as the marionettes most people call celebrities and models."

Having quickly drawn his handgun back out, Clive's eyes narrowed slightly at the demon. Did this guy think he was stupid and just going to sit back when talked down to? "Keep with the attitude, buddy, and I'll just a cap in your a**. I won't be spoken about much less down to by an older shadow demon. I may only be about fifteen, jackass, but I'm not some stupid kid running about thinking I'm a superhero and the world's filled with rainbows and butterflies. Shut the hole in your face and pick your words more carefully when talking to someone who knows more than you think he does," he growled lowly before spinning the gun in his hand and sliding it back in it's holster. "You might want to keep him on a shorter leash or someone will kill him..."

"They're not normal bullets much less normal guns, idget. Don't be so cocky about children trying to kill you with stupid stunts like sawing your heart in half. Everything dies no matter how immortal they think they are. It's because of people like you that I opted to live in isolation... Just like my parents," Clive muttered with a roll of his eyes and flick of the wrist as a goodbye over his shoulder. How that doctor enjoyed that guy's presence was beyond him. At least it was beyond him if it wasn't just 'cause the doctor was similar to the cocky attitude of the older demon. Whatever. He wasn't going to stress himself over the issue because there was only one person he had under the list of caring about and she was no longer where she was supposed to be. Standing up, he removed his glasses and flipped up his hood only to start for the door without a word. Stupid demon would end up eating his bullet one day if he continued acting the way he did and even the good ol' doctor wouldn't be able to save him.