[color=c4df9b]“Ahaha, now this guy knows how to celebrate in style. Ya'll other fools could learn a thing or two. Well, I ain’t about to let it be said that Ramses Reinholdt ever turned down a drink. Now lemme get a swig of that before you change your mind.”[/color]

[i]Ah... it was Ramses not Ramsis. Luckily I didn't call out his name.[/i] Xerox thought. [color=aqua]"No need to rush, I'd rather have mine on the rocks. Why don't we sit over there?"[/color] He suggested, heading towards where Gracelyn was.  The only area that had glasses in the first place. [color=aqua]"Hey, I don't know why your so upset, but don't beat yourself up over it. Things could have been worse. Mind if I sit here?[/color] Xerox pulled a chair near Gracelyn, who had some glass scattered around her on the bench. He could see her hand, cut from the shattered glass, but did not say a word. 

Grabbing two low ball glasses, Xerox scooped some ice into one and poured his whiskey into it. Looking over to Ramses, he asked, [color=aqua]"Straight or would you like it on the rocks too?"[/color]. Once he got a reply, he would pour the drink with or without ice into the second low ball glass and offer it to Ramses. [color=aqua]"Would you like some of this whiskey?"[/color] He offered Gracelyn. If she wanted some, he would pour her some into another low ball glass.

[i]Well, not much of a celebration party, but I got some people to drink with at the least. After a hard days work, some winding down is necessary.[/i] Xerox thought to himself. Looking around, the mood had not really lightened up yet. At this point, he wondered if there was anything he could do. With that he sighed.