It's all true, though. Squalo is amazing and so is his hair and his everything. Obviously. One does not need booze to start crushing on a god of metal, right? The perfect rolemodel. If Jamie wants to do something else about it, though, he can come back when hair starts sprouting in weird places.

Squalo looks a little alarmed and slides a few inches away, but luckily the kid seems to have some basic manners and chooses to vomit in another direction. It's definitely landing on someone's shoes, and Squalo is definitely laughing, loud and sharp. Like a goddamn animated hyena. What's so amusing about all this?

Once he manages to settle somewhat, he'll be grabbing the coins and bills and shoving them into his coat while loudly exclaiming "Hell yeah! I'm #1!" and holding his free hand up as if awaiting applause. Some might come, but obviously not as much as he expects, so he won't stay like this for long.

He'll give Jamie a slap on the back (hopefully not causing another wave of vomit). "Not bad for your age," he says merrily. His words are drawling a bit and his face has a more intense color than usual, but otherwise he seems in pristine condition. "Keep practicing. I gotta piss. Later."

It takes a little bit of effort for him to stand up, but after a couple wavey meters he'll head off toward the nearest bathroom in a mostly straight line. Amazing.