You recently moved to Moralton and you decided to become a bartender. That was a month ago now. A frequent patron you'd always see is Clay, which was never a surprise. He was always ranting to himself about work and his family under his breath. You could hear it a bit whenever you served him his drink. This night was no different. He was on his 7th round of whiskey and he was starting to get really mouthy. He then called you over, drunkenly.