Ulysses waves his empty glass in Cameron's direction. "Get me something nice," he instructs, leaving the further details up to his friend's discretion. He twists around to look up at the much, much taller boy. Squints up at his increasingly-blurry face. "Whatever Casper's drinking." He hopes this means champagne for both of them, but... maybe Casper needs some hard liquor.

Then, he turns back to the three of them that are still sitting. "I sure hope so," he says, in reply to Iliya's assertion. "'Cause I only know about... three juniors whose names I could guess."

Actually, he knows eight juniors, but close enough.