"Pfffft, 'can I handle some more'," Jamie snorts, good-naturedly derisive of Ryouta's question, and gulps down the second shot. He totally doesn't need his liver later in life, he'll be fine.

"How's you an' Xanks - Xangsh - sh - that guy doin' anyway? He treatin' you all right?" Jamie pats Ryouta again - aiming for his chest this time, but given the height difference he ends up smacking Ryouta in the stomach instead - and gazes up at him earnestly. "'Cause I'll give him a talkin'-to if he's not. You-you're a good guy, man. You deserve to be treated good."

Just in case there's been any doubt Jamie is completely stinking drunk, he's getting real with Ryouta now.

Then he beams when the topic returns to Sora. "He was doin' jello shots, kahlua, um, all kinds'a those...fruity drinks. Eeheehee, 'fruity'." He giggles before continuing. "You see him tonight? He woulda liked havin' a drink with you, I think."