Lorenzo Remei
Lorenzo noticed some strange thingies pop out of that girl's bosom like babies, and now some poor lad was holding something towards him. Now that was a weird gun, but a peashooter wasn't gonna do much against him. He just grinned and posed coolly, showing off his prize smugly to everyone.
As he walked out of the doors of the mall, he noticed something wet and fizzly dripping on his fire. How odd, it looked sunny alright, he would be able to tell if it was going to rain any soon usually. Still walking, he turned to take a better look at her and noticed the poor lass was crying. To be honest, this kinda made him feel bad a little.
Actually, he didn't feel bad about this at all. It was her fault for saying such foolish and rude things to him, this would teach her not to mess with him. Hmph! But still, drink and girl tears didn't mix well, it's not that he gave a damn about her at this point but he wanted to have a good time. Having to babysit a snotty brat didn't sound very fun now.
"Oi, oi, you alright? You better not fall sick on me, who is gonna pick up my sorry shriveled body once I drink all my sorrows away? Bah, fine, I'll share. But you're paying."