<span style="font-size: 15px">"Alright, so three people." He said, waving to the stranger with a small nod. It would take him a a moment to realize what he'd suggested. Now he owed the man and his friends some drinks. Desmond walked up to the bar, and would use his status as a bouncer to get a bottle of scotch and four cups. With his peace offering in hand, he would make his way to the table he was pointed to. Slowly, he pushed past others, snaking his way around the crowd goers. </span>