Clark walked into the Bar, face covered with grease. The Arkeigh Burke had a Ion converter conduit blow and that was located behind 2 metres of piping, wires and the Secondary Heat Exchange. A nine hour fix just to replace the Conduit. Clark walked up to the bar.
"Five fingers of Houston Burbon straight up." Clark Ordered.
The bartender was still looking at all the grease on the man ordering. Then he spotted the maintenence logo on Clarks overalls. The bartender didnt say anything he just got Clark his drink. Clark swipped his credit chit.
Clark downed the drink in one go. The bartender looked in amazment. Clark didnt seem phased at all. He put the glass down on the counter.
"24 'Fire In The Hole' Hotwings and another round" Clark ordered once again.
Over the next half hour the entire bar watched Clark eat the hottest thing in existance, still not phased at all by it. Two Hours later Clark was still drinking, at that point he was a little bit giddy.
"Show me the way to go home,
I had a little woah, more than a little drink bout an hour ago,
AND IT WENT STRAIGHT TO MY HEAD"
Clark Passed out.
