The thing Genma hated the most about dealing with a friend who was using ethanol to facilitate his break, he thought as he grunted and crumpled around Raidou's elbow, was catching them when they were in the pissy terrible-twos. Booze regressed everyone, but only sometimes did it take a grown man all the way to the tantrum-throwing stage. A cranky toddler throwing a punch was one thing; Raidou, with his trained muscle and chakra at his disposal, and the alcohol neatly taking care of any inhibitory ideas like don't break your friend's ribs, was quite another.

Now there was going to have to be a takedown of some sort. Although that was obviously what Raidou wanted, which in his frame of mind was not necessarily a good thing. The assembled bar patrons seemed pretty excited by the prospect of a free-for-all, too, making that lowing-cow crowd noise of anticipation. And a brawl was really not what Genma wanted at all. For one thing, Raidou was obviously still sober enough to fight pretty damn well, and drunk enough not to care he was fighting Genma. That would mean injuries for both of them if Genma had a hope of winning.

His left arm stayed around Raidou's waist. His right hand clamped around his friend's elbow. He leaned forwards muttering fast and low enough so only Raidou could hear, "Dude, if we're gonna start a brawl, we gotta do it with a better class of fighters. These guys are pansy civilians. We'll look like major assholes now they know we're shinobi, and the Uchiha bastards will show up and throw our asses in jail, and I haven't even had a single drink yet. You got a big head start..."

Raidou's skull connected with Genma's jaw in a backwards head-butt. And his right heel crushed against Genma's instep.

"Oh for fuck's sake, Rai!"