*Awoken by the now louder company and music, Daric reaches for his mead instinctively. He stretches as he brings the mug to his lips and drains the rest of it.* "<em>I'm glad my 21st birthday was not too long ago. I would have killed to have alcohol right now.</em>" *He laughs to himself and sets the now empty mug down. His shifts his feet to get more comfortable in his chair. He shrugs as he just ends up back in the same position. He sits by himself, thinking, as another mug of mead is delivered to him. Glad to have ordered the drinks in advance, he says out loud.* "<em>I'll be forty when this is over... although I'll still physically be 27, now that's something to drink too!</em>" *He chugged the mead and slammed the mug down laughing, already slightly intoxicated from the two shots he took as he got here.*<br/><br/>*Standing slowly, he confidently strode over to the bar, albeit a bit of a curve, and leaned against it. He watched the people starting to spill onto the floor and watched them dance. This particular song was one recovered from earth not too long ago, and it had become an instant hit with the colonies. Something about a Pink Typhoid, and Bricks in a wall. It was kinda ironic, as they all had topnotch educations. He chuckled heartily to himself again and headed toward the patio airlock. He thumbed the cycle button and stepped inside. He donned a jacket and a breather and stepped through the outer door as it cycled open. He walked the length of the patio and stopped at the edge. He sat there motionless as if waiting, then silently pulled out a marker and drew a smiley face on a nearby window. He grinned as he stepped away from his graffiti and sat at a nearby table. He tilted his head back and looked up to the upper floor windows. He saw somebody sitting near the window and waved, not caring if he was seen or not. Then he leaned his head back and watched the thin wispy clouds of Mars swish about overhead.*