So, ya like booze?

Cecil growled back, as that is the normal response to growling in Night Vale.

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Looking at the fight, Clipsey chuckled.
"This should be entertaining." He laughed, forgetting his bad mood.

Time saw Clipsey and took in a deep breath, preparing to speak.
"Clipsey. Fuck off."

Zackary’s teeth clicked and he immediately whipped around to glare down his foe.
“I thought I told you to get the FUCK OUT!”

Clipsey grinned.
"Nah!"

(I'm sorry my little boy is an asshole)

Zackary looked ready to crawl over the bar and strangle Clipsey senseless. He stopped himself, but just barely.

Cecil sat there quietly drinking his Manhattan. He was observing how the situation was playing out.

Clipsey smiled. For the first time in a while, he was having fun. But, just in case, he shouldered his axe. Better safe then sorry.

Time went back to mixing its drink, occasionally taking tips then adding more stuff from test tubes into it.

"The hell are you doing?" Clipsey asked the other bartender in interest.

"Drug-like poison." Time said, taking another small sip and deciding it wasn't strong enough. He also realized that his magic was acting up again, making his already cologne like smell stronger. I hope no one gets affected by my drugs again.

"Jesus Crist." Clipsey muttered. "What the fuck is wrong with everyone?"
He pulled a rag out of his wallet, sat down, and began to polish his axe.

"Considering everyone here is definitely not human, a lot of things." Time commented, wrinkling his nose as the smell of his drug leaked into the air.

Zackary plopped down on a stool with an angry huff, taking out a strange-looking package. Out of it came a sadistic, dark-looking cigarette, which he lit and started to smoke. It didn’t have any smell to it, but Zackary coughed occasionally as he smoked it.

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Seeing the fight was over, Clipsey just sat there for a moment. Then, he poked Zachary and asked:
"Can I buy a hotel room?"

his name has a K in it, not an H

Zackary glared at him and didn’t respond, waving the dark stick up and down to get rid of the extra ash.

(I can't spell, I'm sorry.)
"Okay then. Other person, room please???"

Zackary went back to his cigarette. Time could deal with this special little boy on their own.

"Hm?" Time mumbled, arching an eyebrow. "A room?" It muttered, pointing to the board behind it and gesturing to the prices.

Cipsey squinted at it. The cheapest room was $25, which, in his humble opinion, was bullshit.

So, he slunk off, over to all the fancy slot machines. Most of the patrons were drunkenly stumbling around, stepping on his tail or pricking their appendages on his axe. He even thought he saw the deadly sin of lust (Easter egg some people.). Whatever. He approached a four-armed man with large, curly horns, like a ram, saw money sticking out of his pocket, snatched it, and ran.
Nobody even noticed.
Clipsey looked at the money in his hand. Besides the five he already had, there were 27 dollars. He grinned.

Time rolled its eyes, knowing Zackary wouldn't care enough to deal with it. It walked over to Clipsey and tapped his shoulder.

Clipsey jumped at the touch to his shoulder.
"AAH! I mean, yeah?" He held the money behind him as he turned around.
"Oh, it's you. Hi."

"Give the money back." It said with a sigh. This dude is a complete idiot Conta muttered in Time's head, the others making sounds of agrement.

“You can’t act like we didn’t see you run across the building like an idiot,” Zackary spoke up, still glaring spitefully at Clipsey.

"Whaaat??? What money? Running? What?" Clipsey lied.

“Don’t lie,” Zackary sneered ruthlessly. “Give the money back.”

Clipsey sat there for a moment, thinking.
Just take it and run. The rude side of his brain argued.
Fine. Let's play get in trouble!
And Clipsey ran, grinning the whole time.