One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor.

"Pour me another will yo-ou."

A raised arm would extend an empty glass as he swayed slowly due to his vague intoxication. Crimson hued lenses would point to the bartender as he way making sure his glass was the first to be filled at the bar, even though it was quite empty. Low murmurs would whisper through the bar as a gentle blues hit would mellow the general mood from the speakers attached to the ceiling. High-tech neon lights would ominously pulsate as the man would thrust his glass onto the bar top affront him whilst the bartender approached him. "Ah, Xylo. Just the usual?"


Xylo would then nod in approval as he spun his glass toward the bartender, but he would simply step to the side only to let the spinning glass slip off the counter and smash onto the ground, scattering into millions of pieces in an instant. A moment of silence would ensue as the folk around the bar would be eager to sticky beak. However Xylo would look dead into the bartenders cyan eyes whilst pointing at his heart. "Blythe, do you want me to fire you? Or are you going to quit playing around?" His tone was quite gentle however his facial expression looked simply pissed off. But the Blythe would simply raise his hand. The entire bar would begin to watch as the bartender (Blythe) was going to show his technique. White chakra would envelope his raised hand as the broken glass would begin to shake vigorously. And before you knew it, each tiny shard would dart across the room viciously as if each piece had a mind of its own. Whilst each piece moved fast, they would stop when they reached Blythe's raised hand as they would begin to piece together the glass that had been previously broken.

The glass would then be complete and the once shattered glass was now a perfect drinking tool, as it would slowly descend affront Xylo. Uninterested in the whole shenanigan Xylo would sneer as he began pointing to his empty glass. Blythe would then grab a bottle of clear tequila and begin to pour into the idle glass affront Xylo, filling it to it's brim. As horrific as the taste was, Xylo would then take a sip before gazing affront him.