"Aye, that it is." Michael quipped, looking at the time. "I doubt much will happen till least half past noon though...Not enough bloody drunks out in this weather. It's the sun that does it yano, what with the hangovers those bleeding fools will give themselves. I suppose I should best be off to pretty myself up for another day though.” Michael spoke sarcastically, walking over and grabbing his token vest, slipping it on and rotating his arms.<br/><br/>"Well, even if there was nothing that, it's still some disease that causes God-knows-what madness and suffering. That's what makes it all the more comforting that it ain't happening on this bleeding island of ours." Michael quipped, rubbing a thumb across his upper lip and grinning widely. "Hell, if something bad ever hits this bleeding country of ours, like a disease or...hell...some kind of plague, I'll sell the Clover and wear drag for the next week!" Michael shot out, laughing boisterously as he went behind the bar to check the taps and various other supplies.<br/><br/>Michael took a long sip of the hot and pure black coffee, letting the caffeine kick into his systems with a vengeance before continuing with his banter. "I'll even sing the same damn songs my busted ass Jukebox belts out."