Kiernan plucked a cheese cube off of his ridiculous Bloody Mary and popped it in his mouth as he leaned over the table and looked carefully at Lochlan's cards. Well... at least he'd taught the lad to bluff. And Warren Worthington III was sitting across from him - if he lost too badly the heir surely wouldn't hold him to it. Kiernan smirked and then pushed back off the table, "drink" in hand. He turned to spy Jon besting a tipsy Conlan at darts, then angled his head to see who all was left. Slim pickin's. Ronan was on the sofa staring into his drink, Luke and Logan were talking by the bar and the Remy was taking Warren and Lochlan at cards. "Why..." he started loudly and unevenly, "on God's green earth did ye all plan this on a Wednesday?" He laughed, then took a bite of the pizza garnish in his drink, and replaced it in the glass. Yuck.