"Heeeey Daryll," Lee said jovially, one arm wrapped the boy's shoulder, the other clasping onto the bottle Trent had given him with his free hand. "Well aren't you the responsible little boy scout today, you already pulled everything out for us." He leaned in to whisper quietly as he added, "I see you didn't bring out 'the stuff'...good, good, I wanted to keep it on the down low anyway. Good thinking." He leaned away and flashed a grin, his cheeks a rosy red. There was no denying it, he was already more than just a little buzzed. To be honest, he was an incredibly light drinker, but he could handle his alcohol well and really it just meant he got to reach the fun part of being drunk faster than the usual person.

He went to take a swig from the bottle, but before he could down any more of it, it disappeared from his hand. Confused for a moment, he looked around and eventually saw that Trent had taken it back with his magic.

"Huh, what the...Hey! Come on Trent, not fair! You had your turn!" He pouted as he pointed at the mage accusingly. But it was too late, as Trent then proceeded to finish off the rest of the bottle in one gulp. "I knew that Winter Coat was too good to last..." Lee sighed in defeat. It was probably for the best, since he probably shouldn't get wasted before they even set up camp. They could all use some of his spells to help make things easier, and drunken spelling casting admittedly wasn't the best idea. He was still good to use magic at the moment at least, so say, if someone wanted him to make the firewood lighter for easier carrying, he could do it. Though he figured Setzer would want to do it on his own without any help, hell he might even ask to make it heavier just for the challenge. That guy was a bit of a freak of nature.

Though speaking of firewood, a fire did sound good right about now. It wasn't too cold yet, but a definite chill was beginning to brew, which caused Lee to draw his jacket a little closer to him as he pulled his pony tail out his hood. At some point during the ride someone had tied a ribbon to it, probably as a joke, but he hadn't bothered to take it out and just left it there. Besides, he was rocking the hell out of it so why not keep it?

"Oh yeah, Zimmy, what [b]did[/b] you have planned?" He asked once Trent brought it up, and soon a grin spread across his lips once again. "You're the party princess planner, or, whatever Trent said, right? You basically set this whole thing up, so you've probably got something cool in store for us don't you? I don't mind spoilers, so if you need some help setting anything up, I'm your guy." Knowing Zimmy, so it was likely something flashy, which was right up his alley.