Priel without thinking rushes into the 7/11 gas station and pants.

He hears the police sirens pass the station, and he darts his eyes around to see you staring at him weirdly.

"Oh, uhm. Where's your..uh..beverages?" He asks the first thing that comes to mind.

He sees you point toward the back and he nods, clearing his throat and standing up.

"Thanks." He rushes toward the back of the store, pretending to be looking for a drink.