"Hangovers? Psh, y'don't know half the shit this ol' man has gone through, I tell ya! I was a proud marine back in the day, fightin' 'em bug scum." [i]Jason exclaimed, raising his right, prosthetic arm while he tapped the metal plate in his chest with the fingers on his left hand. He had been torn to pieces in the past. Mortally wounded.. But that didn't stop this raggedy old bastard. Once Chloanne started walking away, Jason fücked off to the bar, yelling at the top of his lungs:[/i] "Oi! OI! A ROUND FOR E'RYONE O' YA BASTARDS IN 'IS 'ERE BAR!" [i]After which he proceeded to, well, buy everyone a drink, while Lucas just sipped his coke - though he didn't say no once he was given a shot glass filled with bourbon, instead putting it to his lips and chugging it all. [/i]