Alistair pours and gulps down whatever strong drink is plunked on the bar in front of him. Hisses a bit after gulping it down and pours another in rapid succession. Anger and despair is no way to survive in a life and death situation, but there are times for a little 'cutting loose'. He had no idea where the rest of the group was, or what they were doing, and frankly he didn't care much. He hadn't exactly bonded with anyone. Greg was the guy who was supposed to bring it all together, and now he was dead. It's now likely to fall apart at the seams. He downs another shot and exhales slowly.<br/><br/>"Shadows are fallin...and I'm running out of breath..." Gulps down a shot. "Keep me in your heart for a while." He pours again. "If I leave you it doesn't mean...I love you any less." Another shot. "Keep me in your heart for a while."<br/><br/>{You get the picture....he's getting hammered...shit faced actually...all while singing Warren Zevon}