Jeremy glances back over at the proffered bottle, and his smile returns in force, even if it doesn't quite reach his eyes.

"Naw, man," he says, but he takes the bottle despite his words. "And Metody made sure I ate. That is one nice chick. Weird but nice."

Jeremy tucks the bottle under his arm and flips Wyatt a jaunty salute with the other hand. "Thanks for the offer, though. I'll keep it in mind."

Jeremy looks back to the water, to the sight so many newcomers see the first time they arrive. There's some of the off people watching too, but overall it's a lot less crowded than it usually is in Vegas, a lot closer to the railing than you can usually get without a hassle.

He sits down crosslegged on the sidewalk. After a few seconds' thought, he starts opening the bottle.