A quiet celebration.

[Haphestus]

Clark sat on a stool leaning up against the bar, facing the crowd. He brought his glass of scotch up to his eye level and watched the crowd through the glasses distortion.
"Good evening, Jorzza. Enjoying the party?" a voice said, snapping Jorzza out of his focus. Clark took a sip from his glass of scotch and looked at the person who had just spoke.
"An' a good even'en to you. Let me tell you, i have no idea what i am even doing here. Hows about yourself?" Clark said.

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Nano Machines, Son.