"Oh, har, har, Spencer. You're just jealous because that transfat you're sporting wouldn't look anywhere near as hot as I did, in the skirt." He rolled his eyes, although he got his back when he sniffed the odd yellow liquid he was slid by the bartender, coughing a little. "Oh, god, and you're calling me a fruit?" Still, he managed to take a drink, so as to not get his head beat in by the bartender.