Feeling a little embarrassed that he had been caught, Daniel averted his gaze down to the table and began idly tracing patterns with his index finger, every once in a while taking a swig of his cooler. Finally, he decided he needed something a little more potent, so he finished off his cooler and headed over to the bar, sitting down on one of the stools, immediately ordering a shot of whiskey - even though he didn't particularly like the taste at all, he knew it would get him somewhere a lot quicker and give him that nice warm feeling in his stomach.
A few shots later, he furrowed his brows a little when a petite, dark haired girl came up to him - though of course he kindly refused when she had asked him to dance. Though he was sure she could easily find someone else without really lifting up a finger - he just didn't swing that way.