An hour later, the doors slid open once more to allow Tosh to reenter the festivities.  However, now he was dressed in a black suit with white vest beneath and white silk bow tie around his neck.  He scanned the room, noticing the nature of its inhabitants hadn't changed all that much since he last stepped through the door.  A heavy breath was taken before the tall man stepped closer to the small gathering where Captain Mitchell, Commander MacReady, and CMO Tir were standing.<br/><br/>"I decided to take your suggestion and rejoin you.  Please, don't allow me to interrupt.  I'll need to get a drink anyway."  Tosh said before turning toward the bar.<br/><br/>He stepped up to the bar where he ordered a high ball of dark rum and ginger beer, a drink he had come accustomed and enjoy on Earth.  Once the drink was in hand, he stepped back toward the others, sipping the alcoholic concoction.  The familiar taste was enough to bring him back to a few months prior, the last time he had actually had an occasion to drink.