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#5 looked at her with an eyebrow raised. "You honestly think I know how to make a martini? I've just been giving people beer spiked with different drugs for the last hour." Scratching his head he laughed slightly. "Don't worry, I got them from #4. They should be safe... probably." #5 looked around and took a slight yawn. Leaning against the bar he rolled his eyes and walked from behind the counter. "Alright, we're closed. You ain't got to go home, but you can't stay here." Pushing the customer's out the door so only the three assassins remained, he locked it and turned around with an expressionless face. Lighting a cigarette, he walked over to an empty chair and leaned back in it. "I was only able to make it an hour, eh?" Taking a quick puff of the cigarette he looked at #12. "You can go ahead and drink what you want. Plus, I think the drinking age here is eighteen." Now that the customers were gone and he didn't need to act, his voice lacked any enthusiasm. "Man, it seems like anytime they think they're giving us a break they send us to London."