Baffled by the low standards that his potions where being put through he sits his glass on the counter then... wihtout putting his foot on the ground he leans, inches and streaches reaching for the potion that he pushed towards the high horse white lady, getting in a almost horizontal position he finally grabs it and comes back to sitting, breathing heavier than before...<br/><br/>"Nevermind... you coudnt handle it anyways" Goes back to drinking tossing bitter glances betwen the bartender and the white lady.