Mostly, Derek keeps to himself; quiet and observing while Lucy talks with the bartender. He can tell that they already know each other and Derek finds himself wondering absently whether that's because Lucy's in here a lot or because they were friends independent of the Houndstooth. He doesn't ask.

Derek's eyebrows lift a little with question and drop back down again once he processes what she's asking. He's already forgotten the name of the drink.

"I don't usually drink at all, actually," he admits. "But I figure if I'm going to, I might as well knock myself on my ass, right? Make it count, or whatever," he replies.