Clif finished his joint and focused intently on crushing the roach on the table. Over Diana's shoulder, he watch Hubert, the ladies man, enjoying himself. Clif sighed and tried not to think about the camera that he had hidden near the Behest.
He resolved to enjoy himself, and for that, he would need to get stinking drunk. The thought wasn't even completed by the time his mug was, and he called for another. "Hell, round for everybody on me," Clif shouted out. He received his next beer and immediately dove into the dark alcohol.
The night passes and, passed out, Clif is quietly robbed of any cash and carried to his room.
