Operation: Diving Eagle

Rebecca wouldn't be too late, Adrian was stuck at the arena trying to arrange everything while the amazon had tried to make herself look respectable. She hadn't gone out with a guy for...ever really. Most boys through to high-school were kinda intimidated by a girl bigger and stronger than them and if not was probably wierded out by how close she was to the then 'local freakshow' Adrian. "First time for everything I guess..." she muttered to herself, this wasn't going to be a romantic evening, this was just a couple of drinks with a friend who was about to do them a big favour. Dressed in a fairly respectable pair of jeans, slightly small T-shirt and a jacket over the top, the dark giantess knocked on Clyde's door.

Hearing that knock at his door, Clyde's eye shot open like it was his que to wake up on the spot, and he did just that, sitting up and dragging his feet to the door that he would unlock and open for Rebecca, whose torso he seemed to spot first upon opening the door, making him look up to see the amazon who stood in front of him.

"Sup." He let out plainly before moving forth to step outside and close the door behind him. He noticed that he himself wasn't in the best of moods but tried to pick himself up a bit for Rebecca.

"WELP! C'mon girl we best get movin'! I'm thirsty like a muthafucka!" He exclaimed with a friendly pat to Rebecca's shoulder before walking towards the elevator, intent on pressing 1 once they got there.

"Hey," Rebecca said kind of nervously. Despite the good mood she and Adrian had kind of left Clyde in, tonight he seemed to be back in the dumps. Still, they had time, maybe a couple of drinks would get him to get whatever was getting him down off his chest. "Come on, do you know any good bars? We usually just stole stuff out of Cecilia's fridge. She didn't notice until Adrian barricaded herself in the kitchen and called it her own country."

Clyde couldn't contain his laughter at the small story as he walked with Rebecca, his face curled into a small grin until finally he busted out laughing as he imagined Addy in the kitchen, boarding up the entrance inside with a small flag swaying behind her. Cute sight. He wished he could have been there to see it himself, but times had changed and Clyde was far less wounded by the ordeal, but instead just bitter. He didn't know what to think or feel but he didn't care.

"Haahahahaaa...Oh lordy... Yeah I know a few good places..." Clyde would tell Rebecca before he got into the elevator, pressed 1 and took her to the nearest area. A small little pub that wasnt too far away from the apartment complex.

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Not long into the 'date' or whatever with Rebecca, Clyde had already downed a couple beers and a few shots of whiskey, he was laughing hysterically at some highlights on an AFW recap program before he took down his 4th shot of whiskey and turned to Rebecca with deep red cheeks.

"Ey... Becca! How ya holdin' up!?"