Josh had taken a seat next to Iris at the fairly large table. He had hoped to not be the center of attention for the night and luckily for him, Vladimir took up the reigns on that with supreme efficiency. Things were quiet in terms of the livelihood of their party, too caught up in scene Vlad was making. He considered saying something but wasn't sure of what. The waitress was still near by so it gave him an idea. "M'am, could we get a round of shots, one for each of us?" he asked, the lady accepted the order and got right on it. The others around the table gave him a look of various moods, but he replied with a facial expression that said to trust him. After a short wait, the woman brought over 5 shot glasses, each filled with a clear liquid. He didn't specify what kind of shot so the thought that immediately went through his mind was how much was this going to cost him but it was too late to back out now. Josh grabbed his shot and raised it up. "To Rangers. Old and new alike. May we fight well and live even better." he said, making a toast to the others. hoping they'd raise their's along with him.