After some persuading, he managed to get a watered down drink. But something was always better than nothing and he turned to watch the rest of the flight play out. Or the patching up, the 'punishing' (as if there wasn't enough damn punishment in the world already), and the talking that lead to no where. He sipped at his drink and thought about heading for a relatively empty table where he could flop into the chair, pull out his book, kick up his feet and start to half read his book, half people watch. 

Or he could slide over and join the conversation. Or just stand there and see if there was an opening too. He'd take that one. Just wait and see.