Clayton and OTA
Clay had taken grilling shirtless to an art form. He absolutely refused to wear a shirt. Snow could be falling, and already piled a foot off the ground and he would still insist on manning the grill without the fire hazard that a shirt presented. That was his story, and he was sticking to it.
But eventually he had to take a break, though. He moved out from behind his dueling grills and found a seat. He was kind of sad Cadence wasn't around, but Avery had opted to take her off to celebrate with some other friends, at what was no doubt a quieter, less hectic celebration.