It turned out that Kamille was, no surprise, a lightweight and also, no surprise, an angry drunk. Karako was giving him an A+ "bitch, please" face with her brows raised and eyes slightly narrowed with just a touch of a pout. Kamille was slumped over the bar counter, glaring over his arm at her while defensively holding what was his third glass of peach schnapps.

"I think you've had enough." Karako said.

"No."

"All it's doing is making you pissed at me and that is bad."

"No."

"Angry drunks are bad."

"NO."

"Point proven."

"Shut up!" Kamille growled.

"Do you need a time out?" Karako started laughing mid-sentence to a point where she almost couldn't be understood.

"Men don't get time out."

"Uhhh yeah they sure as hell do. It's called solitary confinement."

"Oh my god you were the worst person ever and I hate you....a lot..."

"I'm really scared of a kid with blue hair and a girly na-"

"SHUT THE HELL UP!!!"

".......I think that's the closest you've ever come to swearing since I met you."

"I swear."

"Do it. Swear. Gimme your worst if you hate me so much."

"Your hair looks like a fuckin' dead animal."

".....PFFFFFTTT! You sound like a kid trying to get away with swearing in high school!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

This only made Karako laugh more. Kamille just drank more and growled.