"Hah, I didn't expect you to say who it was," Jamie cackles, and gives Ryouta another slap on the back. He's downright effusive tonight with this much alcohol in his system. "Can't expect 'em to keep comin' back if you just...blab it all over the place. Gotta be discreet. Keep that shit on the down-low."

Jamie's just sort of rambling at this point. He has no idea what he's talking about.

He grins amiably at the bartender and tosses back the shot she sets down for him, running his tongue around his teeth appreciatively. "Mm, pretty good. I bet, I bet Sora'd like that. Nice 'n sweet." He looks sort of wistful and distracted just then, like his thoughts are wandering, but then he brings his attention back to Ryouta with a slow blink. "Good stuff, man. Good stuff."