[Where's the fun in grabbing a drink alone, moron? The idea was to coerce someone into being his captive audience. Then they could both get some liquor in their systems and have a wonderful chummy time. But such simple nuances were surely lost on pompous rich kids.

He'll mourn wasting booze later, for now he's just pissed about the stinging in his shoulder blade.]

Ah, you didn't get assigned a role, huh? Guess that's what happens when you aren't the fan-fave. Must be a bummer. [They both know you don't care about that... but Gintoki is grasping at the chance to maybe talk the rest of this out.] I'm talkin' about that smoke outside and the monsters crawlin' around in it.