Daryl snorted and looked at the woman like she'd gone and grown two heads, "No."

He crossed his arms and leaned against the fencing he'd been happily observing the festivities from. Happily avoiding being actively involved in anything while still sort-of feeling included.

"'Sides, ain't nothing to buy," he went on to say, voice gruff but not as filled with annoyance as his first 'no'. His eyes moved back to the gathered masses, the dancing and drinking. "Drinks are free as long as you can stumble your way over to the bar." Said 'bar' being the long tables set up with as many bottles of booze ranging from light wine coolers to the hardest vodka that people just filled with whatever they brought as they'd arrived.