Clyde laughed when Clarence pulled him inside.<span style="color: #B7410E">"Relax. Everything's fine."</span>But then again if everything was fine he wouldn't be here this late at night, would he?<br/><br/>As always helped himself to the liquor, not that he needed any more. He was drunk, granted, but not too drunk to where he wouldn't remember anything - and certainly not too drunk to whip up him and Clarence each a Bloody Mary. He wanted to keep this a casual call, nothing more.<br/><br/>He handed the man his drink and sat down, tossing his keys on the table. He knew after he finished this last drink he'd definitely be in no shape to drive. But it wasn't the first time one of the April boys crashed on Clarence's couch in a drunken stupor. Of course it was usually Buck though. Clyde was more apt to watch his liquor intake, but not tonight. He'd overdid it and he knew it. And he knew the cause of it.<br/><br/><span style="color: #B7410E">"So... Tell me about the girl. The one that was here this morning."</span>He knew Clarence knew he wouldn't hurt the girl, despite what the man may have caught on the news. If there were anyone Clyde was loyal to it was family and friends, and as far as he saw it, the girl was Clarence's friend and Clarence was family so that made the girl a friend by association. Close enough.