Bryant wouldn't have known what to call the emotion that ran through him when Rachel and Sebastian agreed to let him buy the drinks, but it was somewhere in the neighborhood of being relieved. An offer had been made and accepted. Others seemed to be trickling in, and there was Dahlia and Saint to consider, but his offer of standing a round was really only heard by the two people in front of him and that was cause for relief, too, though a different sort. Financially, Bryant was comfortable. Personally? Not at all. Not nearly enough to go from person to person and ask them if he could buy them a drink, too.
Perhaps if Hunter were tending bar tonight, he could hand over some money and ask that she use it to buy drinks for guests until it ran out -- including a substantial tip to herself -- but no, it was that vivacious young lady's regularly scheduled night off. Hunter was a gregarious sort and though Bryant certainly was not, he appreciated that quality in others.
At least he could buy drinks for his friends here, and Bryant repeated both Sebastian's and Rachel's orders back aloud: "Mint j-julep and a... a gin and tonic." He didn't ask what brand of liquor to use, since they hadn't volunteered it, and Bryant would choose a top shelf variety anyway. A good, smooth Kentucky bourbon for the julep, something fresh and light for the G&T. "I'll, ah, be right back," he assured them and strode off to the bar. This right here was a successful social interaction and Bryant was already glad he'd thought to pop in. He'd correctly guessed Rachel's costume and that felt good. The jests about his being Sebastian's skeleton had pulled a truer smile from the surgeon.
True to his word, Bryant was back soon with their beverages and handed them to their respective recipients. He had a ginger ale. Bryant did drink on occasion, but not if there was the prospect of work to be done. The idea of giving a toast would have terrified him -- certainly not something to do in front of the whole room -- but for Sebastian and Rachel he raised his glass a little and said, "To... All Hallows' Eve," a little shyly. "And t-to... to your party, Sebastian." His customary nervous half-smile surfaced. He didn't do well at parties, always saying the wrong thing at the wrong time, but Bryant was glad to be here just the same. How long he'd stay, well, that was debatable. But fetching the drinks meant he felt obligated to stay and enjoy his for a bit.