Derrik looks, head cocked halfway to the side, at his half-empty bottle of whiskey and considers if it is worth saving the rest for another night or just imbibing the rest of it in the rest of the evening to come.
He grins, snags the bottle with his right hand and fills his glass once more. "Good lad, I'm sorry for the course our humor is taking, but tis all in good fun. The trip has just begun and the rest o' us are already old beyond your years, and it is just that," his voice raising quite loudly, "that makes you the fine leader among us. The spark of youth my friends, that is the light we follow on this quest." Raising his glass to his companions at the table he downs the whiskey and places the empty glass upon the table, looking around for something in particular to do, or someone of interest.
[Spot +3]