Keith drunk down the last drops from his cup, it was his third, although it still wasn't enough to get him drunk, he looked at the empty cup, about to call for another one, then he stopped.
Eh...why the heck am I even trying to get drunk ? This stuff tastes bitter anyway...
He just left the cup where it was, and went back to surveying the room, Clif was still there, still drunk and trying to speak to that other guy, so, nothing to do there. Keith then noticed someone approaching, directly to his table. With some weed in his mouth along with a drink of something dark in his hand, Keith couldn't make out what until the guy came up to him.
''Hey, you're Mikey right?''
''Ye', that's me''
Keith then noted the 'drink' was a bit gassy, coke. He tried, but couldn't remember the last time he had any soda or coke before, not even it's taste. He looked back at the man, and nodded to a seat at his table, they were all empty anyway.
