"Cheap," he repeats, fighting a lazy smirk before giving up with a short laugh. "Mm, no, I can't even pretend to be offended. It's a fair assessment." More than fair for someone with such a scant historical record of interactions with alcohol.

It's already shaping up to be an interesting night. Or day. It's technically still day, he's pretty sure, but that's hardly relevant. What is relevant is the quantity of caffeine-alcohol compound Daniel will probably be consuming. He's fully anticipating an increase in his velocity of speech in the very near future.