Parties aren't anything Zack's adverse to in the least- at least when they aren't involving politics. And this so happens to be a loose one if not a... well, different one. It feels strange to feel the eyes of the Turk on him and everyone else there. He just seems so... out of place. Maybe even feels that way, too, for that matter.

It's hard to say. Tseng's hard to read. Sometimes frustratingly so. It doesn't stop Zack from barging over though. He raises a glass to him, an unspoken offer to try it (because seriously, whiskey, man? Boring with a capital 'B'!)

"Not much of a party-goer, huh."