Arthur stared at the men and women, perplexed as to what he was seeing. The whole of the fleet was essentially drunk and he was having no part of it. He strolled over to the table where Brennan and Steiner were, and gulped his glass down. He looked down at Jefferson as he set his held his empty glass.
"And this is why I don't drink often," he said, chuckling.
He got up, and smelled the air.
"So, am I the only one who isn't drunk as of yet?" he asked, with a smile across his face.