While the small feast began to come to a halt, some of the new handlers decided the celebrations should continue that evening at the bar. Darrow was not a drinker. He enjoyed one glass of ale every once in awhile, but that was about it. Still, somehow he got roped into agreeing to meet them there later. Once he and Argow got back to their cabin he began to think of ways to get out of having to go to the bar. However, Argow was going to have none of that. She told him that he was going to go and he was going to enjoy it. Darrow knew this was an argument he wouldn't win, so he decided that he would just have to suck it up and go.
Only a handful of the newly graduated had shown up and none of them were ones that he was friends with. While he tried at first to mingle with them, he was so far out of their loop that he was quickly ignored. He wasn't upset about this, but he didn't want to hover around them now either, so he moved down the bar a ways and sat down. This was the more quiet side of the bar at least. Without ordering there was suddenly a drink in front of him. "Oh, I didn't order..." The barkeep interrupted him and told him that newly graduated got one on the house. Darrow thanked him profusely and slid the glass closer to himself.
It was a half-size glass that was filled halfway up. The liquid inside was a warm brown color. Sniffing it told him that it wasn't an ale and likely a lot stronger. Darrow had never had hard liquor before, he wasn't sure if he wanted to, but this was a gift and it was rude to not accept a gift. How bad could it really be? This was his graduation party after all. With a shrug he picked up the glass and downed the entire thing. He had no idea he'd just given himself a double shot of whisky. Eyes immediately began to water as he struggled to swallow the rest and not sprew it out and look like an idiot. Finally, he got the burning liquid down, but that sent him into a coughing fit. Shards, he must look like an idiot right now.