6; mf-verse
Derek knows that there's magicked alcohol in a bar in Los Angeles, but he wouldn't ever be caught dead there, considering who owned it. So, if he wants to get a little drunk, he has to wait for the eclipse just like he would at home and who better to celebrate the safety of Los Angeles and a few hours during which he can actually feel the buzz with than his best friend.
There's plenty of empty rooms in the house in which Patty could be passing out for the night, but they're already both laying on top of the covers of his bed, watching one of the eight million boring ass Star Wars movies because Patty likes them and Derek likes her.
"How many more of these do we have to go, anyway? This buzz is wearing off, I don't know how much more I can take," he teases her, the littlest slur still lingering in his words.