Ron watched from the sidelines as he had been all evening. As George called for Firewhiskey he interecpted the waitress and told her to bring out the best they had and send it over.
He took one for himself and raised a quiet toast when she brought it to the table, explaining that it was on the house and from Ron. He held his glass high from behind the other patrons until they noticed him and then melted back into the crowd like a whisper.