Peter glanced at the bar as Doug tried to grab Reena's shot glass from her hand. The drama was more interestng than his brother squabbling. "Looks like someone can't hold his liquor," Pete snickered as he ordered another shot for himself and his brothers.
It caused a few to turn around, and glance at the bar. Reena didn't see it at first until Pavel said "oh Not good." and even then she didn't turn around, assuming that they were talking about one of the lightweights at the bar until Mikey said quietly, "I thought that Vulcans were immune to Alcohol..."
"Well they are but apparantly half-Vulcan's aren't," Pete said, simply.
"Oh? And why's that?" Doug's smirk as he ended his snarky question earned him a pointed glare from Reena.
"Cut it out Doug," she said with a frown. "Mike, your with me." She stood up and grabbed the tray of glasses before handing them to her brother.
"Get this guys, three days in Starfleet and hse had the giving orders thing down pat!" That was the last thing he said before Reena grabbed his arm and dragged him across the resturant. He put the tray back down on the counter before turning to Tessa and smiling. "Hey thanks for the drinks," he said with a nod of his head.
"Do you have to say it like that? You realize we all know what you're doing right?" She frowned slightly before turning and saying thank you herself but... the commander wasn't looking so good. "Sir? Are... you okay?"