"I'm Derrick, and I'm not really hungry. I just got off a thirty-two hour shift." He said softly by way of introduction as he followed the others towards the kitchen, taking up a perch against the doorway there as well. He liked doorways, he felt comfortable in them. It meant there wasn't anything between him, and walking away if things got too intense, too weird. "I don't really drink much," He demurred softly as Mike offered him a glass. "Though if you've got anything fruity in there I'll take that."<br/><br/>He was blushing, he was sure of it, between the pretty girl who was flirting with him, and the admission of his drink of choice. They hadn't let him live it down back home, but he'd never had a head for hard liquor, and he liked what he did drink sweet. Besides, if they were gonna be playing that kind of game, well, it was best he not let his head get too fogged up. He remembered how things had ended up when he played with his siblings as a child. Someone undoubtedly ended up daring someone else to do something stupid, and then somebody got hurt... No, they might just need the paramedic in the house in full use of his brain.<br/><br/>"If that's what we're doing," He agreed, with Mike, then offered Ariel a smile. "You're not the only one. I've been here a couple weeks now, I know I've seen one or two others. They seemed kinda into each other though, if you get my meaning." He glanced back and forth between the two, and seeing if they had, hoping he wouldn't have to explain about the noises he'd heard them make, that would have been embarrassing. That's when a thought occurred to him. "What do you all do anyway?"