When Helios joined him, Susa-no-O was busy berating Fujin, yelling and gesturing like a madman. 'And keep it down, willya! It was hard enough getting her to come out here, I don't need you stirring things up prematurely and making her decide to leave! Dolt!' He smacked the ugly wind god on the side of his head and gestured at him, like a man trying to shoo away a flock of meandering birds.
It was so hard to find good help, and those two together could maybe, maybe give a rock a run for its money in a game of gō. They'd spoil everything if given half a chance.
He whirled wordlessly, snatching up a bottle of...something. He peered down at the label. Jaegermeister? Ah, what the hell, he didn't know what the chef and bartender stocked this place with anyway. Susa was convinced that the place was staffed by a bunch of namby-pamby idiots who didn't know up from down. Nonetheless, he popped open the bottle and took a long pull. He couldn't get too much more drunk; he had to maintain his catlike reflexes for the grand finale of the afternoon.
Woo. Interesting stuff. He thrust the bottle out at the naked god, barking, 'Try this. I've not had it before, myself.'
Damn, now Uzume was in the way, and he didn't want to get her wet; she actually knew how to have a good time.