"Totally serious." Sufferer might be little, but he's all muscle. All lean, alcohol-absorbing muscle.

He laughs a little at Bro's dire prediction and flags down the bartender to order two shots of schnapps. Peach schnapps. Hey, he never said he had good taste! "Yeah, we'll see who ends up crapping his pants by the end of the night." He raises one tiny glass in another salute. "Cheers."