"I don' do sober, not in a bar. Be'a shame to waste such an atmosphere" Clif gestured around sarcastically. He was still miffed about the whole situation, but talk of alcohol always had a calming effect. Similar interests. "And I wouldn' worry 'bout Claymore makin' mistakes. He is a Rogue after all. An' Rogues don' live long if they ain' got some skill. The man knows what he's 'bout."
Clif pauses and takes another drink, calming visibly. "As fer the rogue business, well, doin' damn well. Got all my hyenas in a row, ya might say." Clif, in fact, did not have his 'hyenas in a row,' but he managed the lie nicely. His business, as it were, was doing quite well, but personal matters were another thing entirely. Alcohol has the effect of making everything you say sound stupid, truth and falsehoods alike, and it blended with the rest of his speech perfectly.
