This place is a helluva lot more comfortable than the prison, but that doesn't mean that Daryl is overjoyed to be stuck here. He's seen people come and go through doors back to their homes or other dimensions or where ever else the hotel lets them go, but for some reason he's still here.

A loner by nature, Daryl isn't exactly fond of parties, but he figures he'll make the most of this one. Besides, there's free beer, and he isn't about to turn his nose up to that.

Spying a guy who looks like he's having less fun than him, if that's even possible, Daryl tips his Bud in the man's direction. "Don't know about you, but I'm plannin' on gettin' shit-faced."