Daniel couldn't help but smiler wider at the sound of alcohol. Sure, it probably wouldn't do any good for his better judgement, but hey, he was sure he'd manage. Though, the sound of being limited to just a glass Didnt settle well with him. At least he got something to take the edge off of his pain. 

He took a quick glance through the medkit while Jeff left, once his eyes locked on the needle and thread, he immediately hoped his wound wasn't that deep. It hurt like hell, but just maybe, it wasn't that bad. 

When Jeff returned with the whiskey under the crook of his arm, Dan couldn't help but devour it with his equally amber gaze. Well, the old man sure knew how to live in his retirement, that was for sure. He accepted the drink almost before it was offered, his lips parting eagerly to welcome the burning drink down his throat. After two or three sips, the pain had already lessened a tad, giving Dan all the more reason to drink. Dan eased down on the liquor though, quickly realizing if he didn't, he would pay dearly later. "Alright, I'll take it slow. But as soon as my back's patched, we should definitely book it" He added, waiting for the sting of cleansing alcohol to clean his wound. He didn't want to hold the Knoghts back anymore than he had already done today.