[[Alright. So. I love Derek. And Squall has a very similar personality... So...hi? Also. Even though I'm not new to RP, itself... I haven't done it in a while.]]

[He's not the nicest of people, as it is. He isn't even sure why he's here, drinking. He's never been the type to consume alcohol. Maybe the stress of being in a weird place finally got to him? Either way, he's sitting there staring at the wall, his face slightly flushed due to the alcohol. The bottle in his left hand seems as though it is about to slip right on out, and he seems unconcerned with the fact that a small amount has spilled onto the floor. An annoyed sigh slips from his lips, though... what he's annoyed about is likely unknown by even him.]