Being a multi tasker most of his life, Clarke handled all the input at once the only way he truly knew how to. With more booze. Slamming his hand down upon the counter, he brought it back up and pointed to Henry. "Your on, Hank. Bar Keep, I want a mojito after this too."
The bartender carefully poured the two shots for the two buddies and placed them on the bar surface in front of the two contestants. Without waiting for any form of the word go, Clarke took his in hand, and tossed it back, letting the liquid tear down his throat, burning it slightly as it went, before replacing the glass back on the bar surface. He let out a refreshed sigh, and hoped beyond hope that the liquid would go to work fast enough to block out Penny's voice.
Shaking his head in response to Leon who was on the other side of him, he pointed straight at the Ranger and told him, "You young man......need a date with a strip club. Trust me, nothing better to sort out your problem than a couple of drinks, and a lap dance. Works every time."
Noticing the presence of the other professor, he smiled, as he took his newly poured mojito from the bar. "Ah Ansel, great to see you, Mojito?"