[Wow, is it really not alcoholic? There are so many happy-go-lucky, clingy people around the place, he'd thought they were definitely all tipsy if not smashed. Is there some laced brownies somewhere he's unaware of? Is the drink drugged with happy pills or something? He grabs the glass, swirling the drink; it's very funny to look at when he's still hanging upside down, but whatever.]

Huh.

Well, as long as you're all enjoying yourselves...! But hey, I'm not anti-party! I'm just... you know. Making sure nothing weird happens. So everyone can have a good time! That's my job, making sure people get to party without inhibitions.

[... Note to self, check the candy.

Maybe he's a smidge paranoid about anything in Deerington.

And hey, even back home, the last party he was at ended in really big trouble.]