Schnapps is one of those sneaky drinks. It goes down like candy but then bites you in the ass. Next thing you know, you're either passed out on the floor or the Tazmanian Devil. There was no in between unless you didn't drink enough. Kamille was now on his second glass and giving Yin a really shifty side-eye. Suddenly it seemed to him like everyone was out to make a crack about his manhood.

"You don't have to be hairy to be a man." he grumbled.

"Ignore the kid. He's a bit jumpy." Karako said, "I'm trying to get his scrawny ass to relax, too. Alcohol is wonderful like that."

She grinned, sipping at a colorful martini that had what was probably too many of those little paper umbrellas.

"Now where'd that Zudah guy go..."