[rubinaito]

Sage leaned back casually in his chair, the beer mug in his hand barely touched. He typically kept himself sober, hardly going to let the group stumble home in a drunken stupor without anybody to help them get there. He swished it around the glass and took a sip, glancing out the window. The alcohol in his mouth was spat out, sprayed all over Valentine who happened to be on his left side. He wiped his mouth and got up, staring out the window at the boy running.

"Oi, watch it." Valentine snapped, wiping his face off. He slammed his martini on the table, the glass miraculously not cracking as he did so. "This suit's silk and was made for me by the Queen's personal tailor." He popped out his collar and began cleaning the drink off of his pants. "I swear, if this stains..."

"Oh shut it." Sage snapped. "We don't need to hear about your trip to Britain again. Now somebody tell me that I'm not high or something and look out the window."